Well, who would've thought that the Sword Spirit would also get fuzzy after swallowing dragon meat.
Jiang Yuan: ...
"Then you take a good rest. I'm fine." He had no choice but to put away the Bright Moon Sword, summon the Dragon Roar Sword, and use Sword Flight straight towards the Mist Cloud.
"Bang!"
He plunged into the cloud, only stirring up some strands of mist, and then fell silent, as the Mist Cloud continued to drift leisurely forward.
"Won't someone come and save me..." Song Zhi was almost in tears, his thin and tall body trembling slightly with fear and exhaustion.
Swaying left and right, unable to discern up from down due to the thick cloud mist engulfing his feet.
Which way should he go to get out of this Mist Cloud?
As a somewhat unsuccessful Mist Cloud Hunter, he'd heard too many tales of thrilling encounters, including completely losing one's sense of direction.
