Blackwind Tribe sat on the outskirts of Nine Serpent Mountain, ruled by a beast cultivator who had reached the Earthly Immortal Realm and made a living robbing wandering cultivators.

Jared frowned at the churning haze. “That mist is laced with beastial energy, it may hide illusionary realms. “Flaxseed nodded. “Beast cultivators love their parlor tricks!”

Since inheriting his ancestors‘ gifts, Flaxseed could feel beastial energy like heat off a forge. He gripped the dagger at his belt.

“Shall we skirt the forest?”

“A detour would only draw suspicion…” Jared shook his head.

He handed Flaxseed a pair of divine pills. “Swallow one. They’ll blunt the illusionary realms. We pretend we’re simple wanderers, learn what we can about Blackwind Tribe, and move on.”

Jared and Flaxseed popped a divine pill each before stepping into the Misty Forest. Cold, silvery fog clung to them like satin, cutting sight to an arm‘s length.