Wen Qinxi stood still surrounded by the dark mist that made it difficult for him to see his hand right in front of him. The musty air made it hard to breathe but he didn't make a sound scanning his surroundings with great vigilance.
The air was still giving off a tranquil atmosphere but that was all an illusion. All his senses were perceiving danger with his hair standing on end. A chill spread all over his back when a silent shadow flew by in a swift motion making him tightly grip the hilt of magic frost. His breathing shallow and heart racing he closed his eyes to calm himself.
This body was designed for such a situation but if he panicked nothing but death will await him. He had to brainwash himself to suppress his fear otherwise he would die. Thinking this way he heightened his senses listening carefully for any movements.
