These dozen disciples dared not disobey and all nodded in agreement.
Zhang Yan said no more. With a sweep of his sleeve, he called out, "Rise!"
In an instant, a cloud of mist surged forth, enveloping these disciples and lifting them up. They felt their bodies lighten as if a buoyant force had taken hold, propelling them helplessly toward the Sea Eye.
After a moment of daze, they looked around carefully and realized they were enveloped in a layer of mist.
This mist was particularly unusual—neither solid nor dissipating, thin as a cicada's wing. Not only could they see the torrents of seawater around them clearly, but each individual could also observe one another. As soon as they overcame their initial discomfort, they were surprised to find that they could speak to each other with perfect clarity.
