Chu Xun hid his aura and spread out his divine sense, covering a radius of several miles.

"Brother Jiao, are you sure?" One of them asked.

An elder with white hair and beard said, "After half a year of observation, the immortal mist of the Immortal Island weakens during dawn."

They didn't talk more, sat down with their legs crossed, and began to adjust their breathing.

Chu Xun's eyes twinkled. It turned out that the immortal mist ...