"...What just happened? Did you see it clearly?!"
A brief moment of distraction.
Mount Tai snapped out of it, walked to the spot where Chen Lu Si had been standing, took a look around, then turned to Yu Zhou and Tang Language, his face ashen.
The two of them then came to their senses, exchanged a look of disbelief, and shook their heads together.
"No, but it feels a bit like the transmission of the Kunlun Bronze Gate."
Yu Zhou hesitated for a moment, then spoke first, frowning: "...The principle is unknown, can't be traced, and the process is irreversible."
"I'm not sure either."
Tang Language looked at the spot where Mount Tai was standing and wrinkled her little nose: "The black fog is a bit like the mist of the Yellow Springs, but there's a slight difference in smell... At the moment it surrounded Chen Lu Si, there was a monkey scent."
"..."
Mount Tai was silent for a moment, looking at the ground, the scarlet eyes on the scene had disappeared.
