"There's an instance venue nearby," Xu Huo reminded Chi Xian.
If you don't have tickets, you can't see the game content when entering a fixed instance; you can only leave after the instance ends.
"About where?" Chi Xian turned around to ask.
Xu Huo pointed in the direction of the arrow, but his gaze suddenly froze.
The arrow pointed to the woods on the right; they had approached from a different direction. It was afternoon, none of the nearby spots had fog—except the woods on the right, where a white mist was rising, visibly thickening and gradually spreading toward the city.
Chi Xian noticed it too, just about to say something, when he saw the people still active in the city spontaneously head back indoors, or find a spot nearby to lie down and close their eyes.
