The sudden thick fog isolated the three cycling climbers from the world, and all around them, there was nothing but a white mist.
At that moment,
An unprecedented fear surfaced in Gu Qian's heart.
After all, she had never experienced such a thing, and inevitably felt somewhat panicked, unable to even accept her friends' jokes.
But,
For some reason.
As Fang Zheng began to sing, the terror in her heart quietly dissipated, and she regained her usual lively and cheerful nature.
She then rolled her eyes playfully, and with a smile, she spoke:
"The Daoist said this place is a ghost wall, should there be a way to break it?"
"There is, but there's no need to be so troublesome." Fang Zheng nodded:
"The occurrence of such an anomalous magnetic field is very demanding, but in less than an incense stick's time...about ten minutes, it will dissipate on its own."
"Just wait a moment, the path will reveal itself."
