The surface of the previously boiling lake suddenly became sleek and smooth like a mirror. It looked like a hand had smoothened out a creased bedsheet. Wisps of mist rose from the surface of the lake, making the lake looked like a misty fairyland.
A small mass of cloud formed in the air seven meters above the surface of the lake, resembling a lump of soft cotton candy.
No one had ever seen such a mini cloud that flew so low to the ground. Its reflection was projected on the tranquil surface of the lake, resembling a phenomenon that could only be found in fantasyland. Shi Xueman, Sang Zhijun and a few other girls wished they could touch it.
The level of the lake decreased visibly while the mass of the cloud increased with a visible speed. As the mass of the cloud increased, the cloud slowly rose towards the sky.
