He turned to look at the little sea otter beside him, as if he wanted to say something, but finally shook his head and chose to accept the reality silently.
At this time, the rain in the sky was still as fine as cow hair, and the whole world was shrouded in a layer of white rain mist, like a dream, making it difficult to see clearly in the distance.
Everything around was silent, except for the gentle drizzle that kept hitting the leaves, making a slight rustling sound.
Occasionally, the clear and melodious chirping of birds can be heard from the depths of the nearby forest, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet atmosphere.
At this moment, a very light sound of footsteps suddenly sounded quietly in the dense fog.
The sound was so soft, like a breeze blowing through the grass, almost inaudible, so much so that both Ma Tuan and Blore initially thought they were hallucinating.
However, when they pricked up their ears and listened quietly, they could clearly feel the footsteps gradually approaching and echoing in the air, as if telling an unknown story.
As the footsteps got closer, the originally blurry fog began to flow slowly.
Gradually, a group of figures emerged from the depths of the thick fog...
They were dressed in clothes that looked like immortals, with their sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if they would fly away at any time.
Everyone's face showed the same expression, which was neither joy nor sadness. Instead, it revealed a kind of tranquility and peace that was beyond the hustle and bustle of the world.
They stood quietly in place like sculptures, their bodies blending perfectly with the surrounding mist, as if they were an organic part of this vast world, and seemed to have been silently waiting in this boundless rain and fog for thousands of years.
Ma Tuan and Blore were caught off guard and were so frightened that their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
Before this, they had not noticed even the slightest sound, but these people appeared before their eyes suddenly and without warning, like ghosts.
"Who are you?" Ma Tuan couldn't suppress his fear and confusion, and was the first to ask.
However, in response to Ma Tuan's question, no one in the group responded. They just stared at Blore and the other man in silence, their eyes calm and deep, making it difficult to guess their true intentions.
Just when Ma Tuan and Blore were about to lose control of their impulse and wanted to ask again, someone in the crowd finally started to move.
I saw him slowly raise his arm, then slowly stretch his hand into the distance.
Blore and Ma Tuan subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed. Through the thick fog, they could vaguely see a towering mountain appearing and disappearing in the mist, like a mysterious ink painting.
"That is the end of our journey." The man said softly. Although his voice was soft, it was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.
As soon as the words fell, the group of people did not stay any longer. They turned around and walked away with steady steps towards the mountain hidden deep in the fog.
Their figures gradually became blurred, and finally completely merged into the white fog, disappearing without a trace.
Blore stood there in a daze.
Ma Tuan also stood there in a daze.
Everything that happened was so dramatic.
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