"Alright, stop talking; you're scaring yourself," Shi Feng said to Long Meng with a smile.
"Giggle," Long Meng responded naughtily after hearing Shi Feng's words, "I was actually trying to scare you, but I ended up scaring myself!"
Shi Feng just shook his head, speechless.
As they continued forward, the gray fog around them grew thicker.
"How much farther?" Shi Feng asked Sacred Flame.
"Not much," Sacred Flame replied, "But I sense an evil presence ahead."
"An evil presence? Even you call it an evil presence?" Shi Feng asked.
"Humph!" Sacred Flame snorted after hearing Shi Feng's words, "Can we communicate properly now?"
"Uh, alright. Since you call it an evil presence, you must know its origin, right?" Shi Feng asked.
"Of course!" Sacred Flame proudly responded, "If I'm not sensing it wrong, that presence belongs to the Evil Eye Clan, the archenemy of the Blood Pattern Tribe."
