Han Li stood next to Yue Zong, gazing into the distant sea of fog with a contemplative expression.
The woman Xian Xian saw the scene ahead, and eagerness flashed in her eyes.
Then the three streaks of light set off again, heading straight towards the distant sea of fog under Yue Zong's lead.
The sea of fog looked near yet was far; although the three were not slow, it took them a cup of tea's time to truly approach it.
Han Li, amidst the streak of light, suddenly had a slight change in expression.
From a distance, he hadn't noticed, but now up close, he heard a rumbling sound from the cyan sea of fog, as if a thunderstorm was raging within, its momentum extremely formidable.
Suddenly, Yue Zong, transformed into a blood-red light, halted in front of the thick cyan fog and revealed his figure.
With a single hand flip, he produced another golden token, and with a lift, a ray of golden light plunged directly into the dense fog and vanished.
