The room was silent, the smoke swirling more densely.
Although Gu Ping and Zhou Ying couldn't see the pale yellow mist, to them, it seemed as though the room was shrouded in a layer of gauze, dim and indistinct. They could barely make out the few people near the window, all with lowered eyelids, their right hands extended forward, sitting cross-legged on the cushions, appearing deeply engrossed in cultivation.
Even though they didn't enter the room, affected by the words of the mentor earlier, they now felt hazy, occasionally clear-headed, but subconsciously didn't think anything was wrong with the situation.
