The weather in October had already turned autumnal.
When people got up in the morning, they could distinctly feel the chill in the air, providing yet another reason to sleep in.
One o'clock in the afternoon.
Time seemed to have reverted to a month earlier, when the scorching sun showered the earth, creating the illusion that it was still summer.
However, even the intense sunlight seemed unable to penetrate the mist of Sheep Village.
Here, everything was hazy, the light suppressed to the extreme, making it hard to discern the surroundings and even to distinguish between day and night.
Although not quite to the exaggerated extent of being unable to see one's own hand in front of their face, Xiao Man's field of view was even narrower than the previous two instances he had encountered, limited to only a few meters ahead.
At that moment, a figure was staggering along a rural path in the mist.
