The sky in the Garden of Zhou was lower than the sky in the real world. It was much easier to use one's eyes to measure distance.
As Chen Changsheng fell from Sunset Valley to the ground, he could clearly see that he was rapidly getting farther away from the azure sky.
The biting cold winds hacked at his cheeks like knives, making him recall how he had been pursued by Nanke's two wings several years ago. He had burst out of the lake and seemed about to be killed, but then a hand had come out of the night sky, grabbed his collar, and taken him far away.
Alas, Xu Yourong was not in the Garden of Zhou today, so she naturally could not grab him.
Fortunately, water grass and lakes could be found all over the ground below Sunset Valley, leaving him some hope.
A massive boom went off by his ear.
The soft surface of the lake had become incomparably firm, and messages of pain were sent from every part of his body into his brain.
