"My dear wife, are you saying this mist is white?"
"Yes, isn't it?"
Although Chu Yan was puzzled, she nodded affirmatively.
Lil' Yan sees the mist as white, but why do I see it as red?
Oh right, Yun Hao recalled that in the imagery provided by Hongling, there was a layer of unknown gas near the Bridge of Life and Death, except that one was green.
So when passing through here, Yun Hao hadn't given it much thought.
"We might already be within the vicinity of the Bridge of Life and Death; the mist appears red to me!"
Yun Hao spoke softly and continued to pull Chu Yan forward.
But as he reached out to grab Chu Yan's small hand, Yun Hao froze.
Because, astonishingly, he grasped at nothing.
Looking around, Chu Yan's figure was nowhere to be seen.
The red mist grew denser, as if it were about to drip blood.
Before Yun Hao, a bridge appeared, a blood-red bridge that seemed to merge with the surrounding red mist.
