Ten days later.
Fog descended.
In the White Jade Valley, a thin mist gradually took shape.
Tiny droplets and ice crystals floated between the valley, shrouding it in a soft white veil. The distant peaks appeared faint and elusive, making Byrne and the others feel as if they were in a dreamlike world.
The winding paths were entwined with the mist, and the trees became hazy and tranquil under the dim light.
At sunrise or dusk, the sunlight would filter through the mist, rendering the valley even more peaceful and mysterious.
Byrne stood quietly on a stone in the White Jade Valley, gazing at the increasingly fantastical surroundings and spoke softly, "As long as no one leaks the news, those evil cultists won't come here."
"Viscount Bast should be very safe, then it's up to his own efforts."
Byrne was aware of one thing, the possibility of Viscount Bast's breakthrough success was only fifty percent.
