Xun Qing drew his longsword and with a gentle swing, forceful sword winds slashed from his blade, clearing all the surrounding mist.
But quickly, the mist gathered back again as if nothing had happened.
Xun Qing muttered under his breath, "Damn, there's definitely something fishy about this mist. No sooner does one wave settle than another rises. Can't I have a moment of peace... I never want to come to Nim City again."
The ever-present mist in Nim City, though rich with a fantastical aura, was still barely livable.
But if this mist keeps thickening endlessly, this city might soon become uninhabitable—a dead city devoid of people, a paradise for monsters.
And who could guarantee that this strange new change involved only the endlessly thickening mist?
Who knows what else might be hidden in this mist, like... monsters!
