After all this effort and the risk of venturing into the Red Mist, all Xu Xin got was a broken little windmill, leaving him feeling both helpless and amused.
But at least, he didn't encounter any danger.
Let's head back; there doesn't seem to be anything else here.
Mounting the Silver King, Xu Xin looked around and his face changed.
"... I was careless."
All the surrounding hills were already shrouded in dense Red Mist, and he could no longer find a spot where the mist was thin.
Without a thin area of Red Mist, it meant he could no longer safely exit.
Riding on the Silver King, Xu Xin approached the salt mine cave.
The Red Mist was densest here, with the smell becoming gradually pungent, transitioning into a stench. This was a stench he was all too familiar with, the very stench at the entrance of the underground world.
His previous suspicion was indeed correct: this Red Mist was the same red stench from those iron passages.
