Blue-white lightning played along the black ridges in the sky above him, as Jufeng found himself in a dark and what appeared to be a desolate plain. The appearance of this place was already living up to his name. The absence of thunder made the silence of the lightning-filled sky, extremely mind saundering. With no sound coming from the night and no sign of the whistle of wind over the arid plain, the silence was profound. It was only interrupted by the interminent faint break of a wave on the protruded rocks and his own heartbeats.
Sayong.
