A layer of mist rose from the surface of the sea, ethereal and illusory, as if forever out of reach.
It was almost impossible to see anything in the distance...
As the ship sailed on, the distance between it and the mist never changed.
Yu Zhizhi stood on the deck, letting the wind blow past her. This voyage's direction was completely different from her previous one on Shen He's ship; she was approaching an unfamiliar domain.
As the ship advanced, it gradually sailed into the misty region.
The moment they entered the mist, Yu Zhizhi's heart gave a heavy thump!
This aura—
'It feels somewhat familiar.'
A faint sense of unease bloomed deep within her.
Beside her, Wild Dog also sensed something was wrong. All sorts of things could happen at sea, and heavy fog like this wasn't rare, but this time, it didn't seem to be a natural phenomenon. It felt man-made.
He slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
Deep within the mist, what looked like a mirage began to appear.
