There lay a cloud beneath the hillside.
People often use "black clouds pressing the city about to collapse" to describe the dense, low-hanging clouds.
But to see a cloud truly and distinctly lie on the ground, was something Duan Yun was witnessing for the first time.
This cloud was not black; it was very white, almost indistinguishable from the white clouds in the sky.
Yet when it settled on the ground, lodged there, it gave off an eerie chill.
How to describe this feeling?
Every entity in the world has its rightful place, like humans belong in the human world, and ghosts belong in the Netherworld. But now, this cloud felt as if a living person had ventured into the Netherworld, or a ghost had come to the human world.
Strange, subtly terrifying.
Wrapped in a thick cloud, unsure of what's hidden within.
Duan Yun had entered clouds many times; he had climbed up to the sky's clouds several times, and last time even caught an ostrich.
