In the white mist, Lin Chen walked forward.
He couldn't see his own hand when he extended it.
The only sound around him was his own footsteps.
People walk very slowly without sight, even knowing there's no danger ahead, it's a natural bodily caution towards the unknown.
Walk slowly, and likely in the wrong direction.
Although Lin Chen didn't close his eyes, it made no difference in this fog.
Yet, even so, Lin Chen's pace didn't slow, maintaining a half-foot distance per step.
He didn't know if there would be danger in the mist, but even if there was, it wouldn't be fatal.
The Military Affairs Hall wouldn't arrange special training that sends them to their deaths.
If there's danger, it's within a controllable range, and with his Iron Bone Skill reaching perfection, he could withstand general threats with his body's strength.
This is what gave him the confidence to stride boldly.
[After fifteen minutes of walking, his pace hadn't slowed, and his expression hadn't changed.]
