At the north side of the mountain where Bei Xuan Faction was, all 500 people of Xuanjian Faction scattered into an arc-like formation. Like a fist net, they had no intention to let anyone pass through them.
"Shixiong! What is going on in front of us?! There's a huge amount of mist there!" said one of the skinny disciples of Xuanjian Faction.
"Do you think I have an answer or explanation for it? Mist like that can be considered as a celestial phenomenon! Only gods can create something like that! All we need to do right now is to move forward! After all, Bei Xuan Faction is located at the middle of our human circle! Just keep moving forward and I'm pretty sure that we will arrive there in no time!" said one of the plump disciples.
"Alright. Shixiong, you are right… I heard that there are a lot of treasures being stored at Bei Xuan Faction! We will be filthy rich if we can be the first one to enter the faction!"
