Within the celestial fog.
Mr. Witch held a Wolf Demon skull, judging the direction of the fog based on the cracks on the skull.
He wanted to pierce through the fog to see what was hidden within.
These days, he had been pondering day and night, his mind consumed by the stretch of chaotic fog that obscured all sight.
The rise of matter must have a beginning.
The Heavenly secret must have signs, and causality must also leave traces.
This fog cannot have been laid down without reason.
If his guesses were correct, this fog was a type of "Seal," sealing away some unspeakable secrets, or even a… grand opportunity.
At this thought, Mr. Witch felt a burning sensation in his heart.
He had also suspected that this "fog" might actually be a trap, set to harm him.
Otherwise, it couldn't be such a coincidence that the Sect Leader's nephew from the Canglang Sect died, and when he calculated the murderer, he happened to calculate to this fog.
