Sorry About That

Chaoge had always trusted Feng Wu unconditionally. She would jump off a cliff if Feng Wu told her to, let alone run through some obstacles.

However, it was only after Chaoge had jumped off the "cliff" that she realized that it wasn't a cliff at all, but a one-meter high wall.

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With Feng Wu's guidance, the two of them ran out of the woods in less than 15 minutes.

Chaoge looked over her shoulder again and saw that the miasma had vanished.

"Phew, that was close." Chaoge let out a breath of relief. "I would have been dead by now if I were on my own."

"No, you wouldn't." Feng Wu smiled. "The miasma isn't lethal. It's more like a threat than a killing weapon. Let's go."

Once they were out of the woods, the journey afterward was much easier.

After following a wooden plank path that was several kilometers long, Feng Wu and Chaoge stopped outside a courtyard.