C291 Strange Grey Mist Dancing Lightly

Eerie whimpers echoed intermittently from Burial Ground Peak, and upon hearing these unsettling sounds, Shen Lang's gaze grew hazy and unfocused.

Just then, Ling's silhouette materialized within his view, beckoning to him.

"Ling?" Shen Lang whispered to himself.

In an instant, Ling turned and darted into the forest ahead. Shen Lang called out in haste, "Ling! Ling!" and without hesitation