Just after he had stepped into the sky ladder passage, layers of mist completely blocked the path.
At first, people did not pay much attention, thinking the time limit had simply been reached.
But once the mist fully formed, many people's expressions changed.
Because they found their connection with the disciples who had entered the sky ladder passage was severed.
This was definitely not normal.
Such a thing had never happened before when climbing the sky ladder.
"Senior Brother, what should we do now? The connection with Sister Tang and many Qisi Poetry Society disciples has been cut off!" someone eagerly asked Lu Hui.
Lu Hui, however, did not show much panic, his gaze calmly fixed on the distant mist.
Was the scene he had foreseen in meditation finally coming true?
With this thought, Lu Hui's heart felt heavy.
As the actual leader of the Qisi Poetry Society, Lu Hui's strength might not be the strongest, but his literary heart was undoubtedly the purest.
