The wind wrinkled the ripples as fine rain threads poured down, causing water droplets to dance upon the surface.
Waves pulsed, ripples merged, and countless crests leaped into being.
Rain came suddenly, and the mist dispersed with the wind.
The world was shrouded in haze.
Flowing white jade steps gradually emerged, layer upon layer, stretching up to touch the sky.
Clothes fluttered in the wind.
A blurred figure climbed higher and higher, until the thick fog completely enveloped the form, vanishing without a trace.
Quan Linghan's mind and spirit were shaken.
If not for Divine Skills.
Standing on nothingness, an ability of Martial Saints!
Looking far and wide, the Great Marsh was vast, with nothing to hold on to.
How did he manage that?
"Hoo!"
Above the white mist.
