Zhan Yun walked while asking the little tiger, "Tiger, how much longer until we find the ghostly mist?"
"Don't worry, we're almost there. I remember, just ahead, there's a lot of ghostly mist. I hope it's still there."
After a short while, Zhan Yun and his companions finally saw a mist shrouding the ground not far ahead.
"Eh, it's a patch of fog!" Yuchi Feifei also noticed the mist.
This kind of mist was distinctive, just like the patchy fog on highways: small in size, it looked like a little house resting on the ground.
However, this small patch of mist was incredibly thick, as dense as a dark cloud, standing still in its place, almost as if it was a stone sculpture.
"Just this?" Zhan Yun was surprised. This thing seemed too small—so small, in fact, that stirring it slightly while passing through it would probably disperse the whole mist.
But the little tiger was excited, "Yes, this is the ghostly mist; as long as we enter, we'll be safe."
