In the midst of the mist.
Qin Zheng held the Ghost Head Greatsword in hand, closed his eyes tightly, stood still, and strained to expand his perceptions in all directions.
He didn't know when, but he had lost contact with Zhao Li.
It was as if one moment he could sense the other's presence, and then the next, it vanished without a trace.
A moment later.
Qin Zheng opened his eyes, his expression slightly grave.
He didn't sense Zhao Li's aura.
This meant that either the mist was blocking their ability to sense each other's presence,
or in an instant, they were separated by hundreds of miles!
The second possibility seemed unrealistic since one of them was a peak Great Grandmaster and the other's combat power was no less than that of a peak Great Grandmaster.
To be able to instantaneously move them a hundred miles without notice... even the National Martial Saint couldn't manage that.