Bai Zhou had heard before that fortune-tellers who pry into the secrets of heaven and alter the natural order of things would suffer a backlash.
But he had never imagined that his own apprentice would accidentally stumble into something of this magnitude.
Feeling the damp mist clinging to him, Bai Zhou was suddenly grateful that he had only scratched the surface in his own understanding of immortality.
"Go tell the villagers that the method for immortality must be kept secret. And tell them to stop all further research. Make sure they understand how serious this mist is!" Bai Zhou commanded.
The apprentice, now realizing the gravity of the situation, immediately ran off to inform the others.
Bai Zhou sat inside, his mind racing, but he had never encountered a situation like this.
No one had ever successfully escaped a backlash from heaven, let alone one that had become so tangible.
'It actually manifested as a mist to hunt them down?'
