"Huh? What is this?"

Wang Yang found a strange gray brand among a pile of daily necessities.

The brand is only about the size of a palm. It looks ordinary and feels like a piece of iron, but it is very light in your hand.

On the back of the sign is an illusory image of clouds and mist, and on the front is a somewhat distorted gray word.

"Grey? Fog?"

Wang Yang frowned and murmured.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Could this be the token of the Lord of Gray Mist?!

"

The Lord of Gray Mist is a legend in the Northern Wilderness. Some people believe it and some don't, but the legend never stops.

"Whether it is true or not, you will know if you try it. If it is true, it will be much better than staying in the capital!"

Wang Yang felt anxious and poured spiritual power into it.

Buzz!

The originally ordinary sign suddenly turned into a gray mist and enveloped Wang Yang. The next moment, the void twisted and disappeared in an instant.

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Chapter completed!