The Daoist robe billowed, the fierce wind blowing against their faces.
The closer they got to Chengdu Prefecture, the more shocked the members of the Qingcheng Sect became.
The entire Prefecture City was now shrouded in dense fog.
The thick fog covered the sky, starting from the docks and the slums outside the city, obscuring any view inside.
Rumbling!
Occasionally, the sound of thunder echoed from the thick fog.
The surrounding air turned cold, and the large amount of moisture from the dense fog condensed into snowflakes, tumbling in the fierce wind.
"What exactly has this demon done?"
Mingshanzi's eyelids twitched as he gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice.
"Grandmaster, what should we do?"
Ling Yun cupped his fists and inquired of Cheng Jianxin beside him.
Upon hearing this, the old Daoist shook his head and truthfully said, "This, I am seeing for the first time as well, and with my mind now sluggish, you all should decide."
