"Sometimes I really want to ask, is it possible that the medal of the Mist Warrior will no longer bless us with good luck when we are outside the Mist?"

Lumbe walked in front of the team and waved his hand to push away the white mist in front of him.

With the perception of synaesthesia, walk on the invisible road under your feet.

Mouth still kept whining.

behind him.

Kane and the others just closed their eyes quietly, feeling the white clouds,

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