As Zhong Peng lay on the hard, cold surface of the rock in a deep slumber, suddenly, without warning, the white fog began to seep into the cave room.
These fogs were odorless, and Zhong Peng, being completely unaware of their presence, remained in a state of blissful oblivion.
He was completely and utterly unaware of the fact that he was not alone in the cave and that he was surrounded by a thick, impenetrable mist.
As the fog began to fill the room, it became increasingly dense and opaque, until it completely enveloped Zhong Peng in its embrace.
Even though he was inhaling the fog, he remained blissfully unaware of its presence and continued to sleep soundly. The fog seemed to have a calming effect on him, and he sank even deeper into his slumber
As the fog continued to swirl around him, Zhong Peng's dreams became more vivid and intense. He smiled in his sleep, his face contorted into a look of pure joy and contentment.
