It was already four in the afternoon. The winter sky was no longer as bright, but it was in no way close to evening. Bright light scattered across the ground, and the lake breeze blew gently, giving the illusion that they had returned to the early morning.
The highway on the island was indeed as the murloc captive had described. The damage wasn't too serious, but some parts had cracked due to the elements. Some parts of the road had more soil and dust.
For Jiang Baimian—who was riding a bicycle—the cold wind that blew at her face made her feel like she was experiencing the early morning. On the left was a large number of farmlands that extended all the way to the foot of the mountain. On the right, she could see the vast, misty lake through the two rows of withered trees.
