The Mist

"Who the hell is talking about me this much," I cursed as I scratched my ears to the point I felt it was going to bleed.

"What's wrong?" asked Mei Ling.

"Nothing, let's keep going, the Valley's entrance is near, it's going to be the hardest point for us to cross."

"How come?" she asked.

"Because I have a feeling that someone will be there waiting, in case we foolishly enter," I explained.

She nodded and put her guard up, surveying the scenery.

Ahead of us was the entrance to the Mist Valley, and right next to it was a man who clearly seemed to have lost his life recently.

The man was wearing the same robes of the cultivators from before, and he appeared to have his face melted off.

"I guess my theory was right, look there," I said as I pointed ahead.

In front of the two of us, and just beyond the corpse where my hand pointed was the entrance to the Mist Valley.