"Another fog tide?" Han Xuhan muttered to himself, scanning a corner of the fog-tracker map laid out on his desk. On the map, the Salted Fish Mountain Peak was about to be swallowed by a large mass of darkness, labeled with the warning: Soul Disarraying Poison.
Unlike before, Han Xuhan wasn't afraid of the fog anymore; especially since he had used a certain type of fog to teach his fellow disciple Jiang Chen a proper lesson.
The poor lad had no idea why his vital energy had stopped working during their duel yesterday. Every time Han Xuhan remembered his confused face, it felt like a cool breeze was refreshing his body and mind.
Thanks to Qian Yun letting him abuse the Displacement Technique, Han Xuhan was now capable of collecting specific types of fog from all around the mountains by relying on his map.
