Thick mist hung like a thin veil all around, making it difficult to see even one's own hand before one's face. I held Qu Chen's hand tightly, feeling the warm, steady strength in his fingertips, which somewhat settled my uneasy heart.
"Lier, watch your step," Qu Chen reminded me softly, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent mist.
I nodded, slowing my pace and carefully avoiding the vines and gravel underfoot. This Secret Realm seemed to have slumbered for too long; the air was permeated with an ancient and mysterious aura that made one hold one's breath for fear of disturbing something.
Chapter 39