"The fog is thick here. Hold tight to the rope and whatever you do, don't let go."
Senior Brother Xun took a thumb-thick rope from his waist. He held one end and handed the rest to Zhao Lin, earnestly cautioning the group.
Zhao Lin took the rope and passed it to Tong Mu. It was then passed down the line from one person to the next.
Senior Brother Xun nodded, turned, and began to walk, leading them forward.
The white fog was all-encompassing. After only a few dozen paces, it was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Although Zhao Lin's eyes were useless, he could rely on the ultrasound he emitted to clearly perceive the wild grass and stones on the ground, the slopes on either side, and the trees on the mountain. He didn't feel any panic.
'It can actually block both sight and sound. Arrays are truly profound!'
