The fog was so dense you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Jiang Man had no choice but to focus on his immediate surroundings.
Whatever was happening outside, he first had to get back safely before he could deal with it.
Survival came first.
He often boasted to Old Huang about his heaven-defying luck.
But when push came to shove, he'd never dare to bet his life on it.
He then circulated the True Martial Skill.
All of Jiang Man's senses were enhanced.
But no matter how he tried to sense his surroundings, he found nothing.
Mist.
All there was was mist.
And it wasn't just ahead of him; even the ground registered as mist to his senses.
Yet when he stepped forward, his foot landed firmly on solid ground.
Even though, just a moment before, his senses had told him that very spot was nothing but mist.
'Strange. This is too strange.' Jiang Man was baffled.
He tried using various Magic Skills, but none of them could disperse the mist.
