Five figures weaved through the misty sea. Despite the difficulty of orientations in such an environment, the white-clad old man at the front led them forward swiftly and effortlessly.
Following the old man were four males and one female. Except for a young boy who appeared to be the youngest, casually observing his surroundings, the others maintained a serious demeanor while closely trailing behind. The youngest boy was Zuo Feng.
Before long, a towering, enormous gray-black stone tower emerged in front of them. Zuo Feng was the first to notice that many people had already gathered around the tower, roughly forming more than twenty groups, each seated cross-legged.
Zuo Feng's group's arrival immediately drew attention from some of the others. Curious gazes started focusing on them as Zuo Feng and his companions followed Uncle Tian to a vacant spot outside the tower. They mimicked others by sitting cross-legged while observing the other groups.
