Another Transmigration?

The scene was enveloped in fog and haze, shrouding everything in an eerie ambiguousness. Sounds came and went like whispers in the mist, and the air was almost unreal. 

It felt as though Xu Feng had been transported to another world…again. He couldn't quite grasp the reality of the situation. Had he managed to transmigrate again?

Wasn't transmigration supposed to be a rare occurrence? Like a one in a billion chance? 

It should be harder to transmigrate than to win a lottery. Yet somehow, he apparently did it twice?

In the murky backdrop, a conversation floated in and out of his awareness, barely audible and difficult to untangle.

"A new bride?" 

Murmurs followed, but their words eluded Xu Feng, their voices too distant to be clearly heard.

"It was a hasty marriage?"

Again, more indistinct responses.

"He should be a used ger, pregnant before the marriage…"