"If the Black Crow didn't deceive us, this should be the Ghost Valley."
Qin Yi looked at the road ahead shrouded in white fog and said.
This road is strange, not like an ordinary canyon road, which usually has towering cliffs on either side. However, this valley road is covered by a mountain, almost like a horizontally placed cap with a brim that extends out, blocking sunlight and causing the thick fog to remain.
"Let's go and take a look."
Qin Yi and the others walked forward.
"I hate fog."
Mo Wuji nodded, everyone hated it. After staying in the Sand Sea for so many days, it was nothing but sandstorms and thick fog.
Qin Yi stepped into the valley, his silhouette swallowed by the dense fog.
"Be careful, this fog isn't normal." Qin Yi suddenly said.
"Brother Qin, is something wrong?"
"Don't you find this fog doesn't feel damp? It's not like fog formed by water vapor."
Mo Wuji and the others felt it.
