"Ten meters?" Gregory Lawrence gestured, "How much is ten meters?"
Hannah closed her eyes and lazily replied, "Probably about as high as a three-story building."
Gregory Lawrence imagined a mutated beast as tall as a three-story building.
People tend to have a subconscious fear of things that surpass common understanding.
For instance, the pitch-black depths of the ocean, or a mutated beast so large that one couldn't make out its entire shape.
The mere thought was enough to drive one "crazy".
Suddenly, Gregory Lawrence had a guess and muttered, "The center of the white fog, could it really be home to a Jiao?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone turned to look at him.
Even Hannah woke up, "What Jiao?"
