Although Wang Lan had given his assurances before, the three of them still held their breath when Yue Jifeng entered the Poison Fog Area.
Wang Lan was worried that Yue Jifeng might get disoriented and stay a few seconds too long in the fog, unable to make it out in time. Seeing Wang Lan's worried expression, Bai Ji's heart skipped a beat. Even her gaze toward Wang Lan was scrutinizing.
"Bai, looking at me like that makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable."
"Are you feeling guilty? Is Speedy Wind in danger going in?"
"Speedy Wind is out!"
The moment Yu Ruoyun's words left her lips, a figure rushed out of the dense fog like a shooting star, even dragging a Ghost-eye. But as he approached, the Ghost-eye in Yue Jifeng's hand dissipated like scattered signal fires, the dense black fog rising and rapidly vanishing.
By the time Yue Jifeng reached the three of them, the Ghost-eye had disappeared. Only a Soul Bead remained in his palm.
