Across the Mist Magnetic Lake, Lin Feng waved to Luo Yan and said, "We shall meet again."
Luo Yan's expression was gloomy as he sneered and thought to himself, "The next time I see you will be when I have refined my flesh and escaped from the Mist Magnetic Lake. Then, it will be your time to die!"
The Ghost Ship drifted towards the depths of the Mist Magnetic Lake and soon disappeared into the thick fog.
"Young Master, have we reached the Desert Domain?" Ziyuan asked in a low voice.
"No, we need to cross the City of Mist to get to the Desert Domain," Lin Feng replied.
"The City of Mist? What place is that?" Ziyuan asked quietly.
"The City of Mist is an ancient city located at the boundary between the East County Divine Land and the Desert Domain. I heard that shortly after crossing the Mist Magnetic Lake, we can reach the City of Mist," Lin Feng explained.
"Mm-hmm." Ziyuan nodded.
