The dense fog reduced visibility to less than ten meters.
As everyone had anticipated, upon entering the mist, they were scattered. Zheng Qing could not see any of his companions within sight, only the silent ancient trees around him and the moss-covered stone path underfoot.
Lifting his hand, the blue cord on his wrist had lost its vibrant color from the exhibition hall and became lifeless. After a few simple attempts, Zheng Qing realized that the magic cord prepared by Xiao Xiao to connect with his companions was not effective.
Perhaps the nature of magic in the Dream World is different from the outside world; perhaps the distance between them was too far; perhaps interference occurred when entering the dream, destroying the magic on the blue cord.
In any case, Zheng Qing now needed to think of a new way to find the other hunters of the Absolution Hunting Team.
The path paved with blue stone slabs wound its way into the depths of the fog.
