The thick fog was as inispid and unyielding as viscous black ink. Led by the Elderly Immortal, the five of us stepped gingerly, one step after another, into the mountain range known as the Forbidden Land.
"Watch out!" Xuanfeng gave a low bark, a dagger flashing with a chilling gleam in his hand as he vigilantly scanned our surroundings.
The deeper we ventured, the heavier the mist grew, until visibility dropped to less than five paces. Linger clutched my hand tightly, her palms slick with cold sweat. I could feel a heart-palpitating sense of oppression lurking within these silent mountains, as though pairs of invisible eyes were watching our every move.
Chapter 48