The mist is thickest in the morning and evening, and thinnest at noon.
When you enter the mist, you can hardly see anything.
Hong Jiu used a thin rope to bind the three of them together to prevent them from getting separated.
After entering, the whole world turned silent, and they could only hear each other's breathing.
Chuzheng held Tu Yan's hand tightly.
They hadn't walked far when Tu Yan suddenly started to feel unwell.
"Tu Yan?"
Tu Yan groaned, his body sliding downward.
Tu Yan wanted to say something, but the power surging within his body prevented him from speaking.
Hong Jiu heard the commotion and followed the thin rope back: "His curse has flared up."
Of all times to flare up, why now...
"Can he still walk?"
Tu Yan was limp in her arms, unable to walk at all.
Chuzheng lifted him up: "Let's go."
Her voice was calm and indifferent, with no hint of emotion.
The mist concealed the strange expression on Hong Jiu's face, wasn't she worried?
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