"Let's go to the Dragon platform."
Recalling these words which had reverberated in his heart, Meng Qi felt that the hustle and bustle around him had grown distant and even the pedestrians and street pedlars there seemed to be figures in paintings. He had been pulled away from this world so quickly.
The sky began to turn blue, bright and clean following a short dimness. There was a boundless mist-covered lake appearing in front of Meng Qi, which lined up with the horizon in the distance. It was bottomless even in the winter.
Daze lake's water was limpid, as if it had turned so clear through layers of filtration, bringing about the desire to drink it on sight. However, people could see the crimson liquid constantly pouring out from the depths when taking a good look at it. There were also wisps of black gas rising from the lake, but they then disappeared due to the long-term floatation and inexplicable change.
