Zhou Xun's face was as calm as water, hovering a few thousand feet away from the mist,
while Feng Chong wore a sheepish expression, aware that he had bungled his master's affairs. If he had known, he would never have agreed to this.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke up:
"Master, it's my fault this time that led to Daoist Wang and another getting trapped in the mist,"
"Feng Chong is willing to go investigate and rescue the two Daoists, please grant me permission!" With that, he knelt on one knee, pleading to Zhou Xun for a mission.
Zhou Xun did not reply, at this moment he was concentrating his efforts, spreading out his Divine Sense, carefully probing the mist.
Yet, what was extremely eerie was that even with his Divine Sense, which could rival a Peak of Middle-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, the moment it entered the mist, it was immediately lost in a white expanse.
This mist surprisingly had the ability to restrict Divine Sense.
