Chapter 93 — Miasma
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 6 of 6
In the air, upon the lapels of his robe, faint and elusive—was that her lingering fragrance?
The sky suddenly brightened. Ming Li came back to himself and saw beneath his feet an endless, dense forest, and that he was falling toward it. The sky hung low, dark clouds drifting across it, and at some unknown moment he had broken through that inconceivably thick miasma and come at last into the exceedingly perilous Inner Marsh.
He steadied himself in midair and descended slowly, then suddenly turned his head, and there stood the immense wall of miasma, still towering as though it had never changed since the beginning of time—and what need was there to speak of where that woman might be now?