The mist hung in the air like a light veil, so thick that one could barely see their hand in front of them.
When Qin An focused his gaze forward, the mist rapidly gathered.
A towering staircase emerged, entirely made of dense mist, stretching into its depths.
An eerie and terrifying sensation swiftly swept across the surroundings, enveloping everything in sight.
Many Jianghu people felt a slight tremor in their hearts, sensing a bone-chilling cold spread throughout their bodies.
Qin An's gaze moved to the end of the staircase.
At the end, a tall building loomed faintly, exuding a haunting sense of dread.
Liu Mei said in a deep voice, "This is the entrance to the Mirage Tower."
Qin An squinted, "It really is a tower."
Wu Da shook his head, "No, it's not a tower, but an incredibly vast space filled with both illusion and reality."
