"There are two possibilities. One is that the previously missing Awakened Ones did not die, but came to Mist No. 233 for some reason. The other possibility is that free Awakened Ones below the ninth rank advanced in the mist by chance."
Listening to An Lan's analysis, Saint Qinglan asked, "Should we go take a look?"
An Lan thought for a moment and said, "Based on the opponent's strength, they are not a great threat to us. We can go and take a look. This kind of mental pollution can be communicated with, and perhaps we can learn about the situation in the mist."
"Then let's go." Without hesitation, Saint Qinglan led her team members toward the direction where the white figure had passed.
Jerry and the others listened quietly to the conversation between Saint Qinglan and Anlan, without offering their own opinions.
After all, with Fang Lan around, his decisions are generally correct.
All they have to do is follow along.
Following the direction the white shadow had passed, the group walked for about a kilometer.
Saint Qinglan frowned and said, "I couldn't find it."
An Lan nodded: "They either haven't discovered us, or they don't want to communicate with us. I wonder which one it is?"
Saint Qinglan pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Let's continue from here towards the areas with higher levels of spiritual pollution."
“I agree,” An Lan nodded.
The group then continued on their way.
Just then, Lu Ning noticed something and turned to look behind him.
Behind Lu Ning, the white mist rippled slightly, and as it dissipated, a figure in a tattered white dress stood on the desolate landscape.
The white-clad figure had disheveled hair, and his dim eyes, hidden among his black hair, silently watched their group.
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