'It turns out that the cultivation of my manifestation powers is still too shallow. Otherwise, even if I couldn't control this fog, I could at least find out the approximate limits of this area,' Yun Yang sighed in his heart.
But, what reassured him was that although the fog gave him no feedback, he did not feel any hostility either. It meant that the fog had no malice toward him and his party for the time being at least.
They continued to walk for about two hours. Yun Yang judged that with their speed, they should have traveled no less than two hundred miles by now, even though they walked fast at times and slowly at other times. At the very moment this thought appeared, a flash of light suddenly burst out in front of him!
When the light faded away, he found themselves already in a tent. The group walked out of the tent and then looked back, seeing a sign on the tent which read: Residence of Nine Supremes.