The fog was gathering toward them.
When it reached them, it was even thicker than before.
Thankfully, Xie Jiling's brightness talisman was radiating a light powerful enough to ward off the fog.
Even in the thick fog, they could still see each other in the light.
Han Zhuofeng gulped and decided to muster up the courage to move two steps and lean closer to Xie Jiling.
He lowered his head and saw that Xie Jiling was busy and she was using her hand, so he couldn't hold her hand.
Han Zhuofeng thought about it and held onto the hem of Xie Jiling's shirt.
Xie Jiwen was speechless.
Xie Jiling was dumbfounded.
After a while, the fog in Ghost Town gathered in the center of the spiritual power gathering formation.
Ghost Town finally looked normal at night.
Stars could finally be seen in the night sky.
The fog had gathered together and had become white and milky.
At this moment, Xie Jiwen held the bead.
