Song Qing's small feet stepped out and stepped on the void as if it was flat ground.
The step she took was not big, but in the blink of an eye, her body had already appeared more than a hundred feet away.
"Come back!"
The old Daoist didn't even have time to catch her. In a flash, she had already escaped far away.
"Qing Xiao, come back!"
The old Daoist shouted with all his might, his voice unusually mournful, "
don't go. Master read my fortune before I left. I promised our ancestors that I would bring you back to cloud Tiger Mountain safely!
"Little Qing, come back!"
"What does the red mist have to do with you? Just as they said, the lucky have their own destiny. If you're lucky, you won't die even if you enter the red mist, so why would you take the risk to enter?"
