The space twisted suddenly, and after a momentary blur, they found themselves back at the entrance.
Song Que was still sitting limply on the ground, his face pale, and... a huge wound was carved across his forehead, bleeding profusely.
Bai Yanliang glanced at Song Que; he had actually managed to buy some time and survived.
Qi Nian stepped forward to rouse the stunned Yang Mowan from her daze.
The four of them seemed to be intact, but not everyone was so lucky.
"Zhou Li is dead."
Bai Yanliang looked at Song Que. "Was the ghost that trapped you just now Yuan Jie?"
Song Que licked his dry lips and struggled to get up from the ground.
"Yes, he was. Yuan Jie has become a ghost, a real ghost!"
Yang Mowan listened dazedly to their conversation, and when she heard the news of Zhou Li's death, tears immediately welled up and streamed down her face.
Because her first mission upon entering Fog Gathering was done together with Zhou Li.
Zhou Li was an excellent young man.
