The morning Kanas Lake was almost an entirely different world from the one near noon the day before.
The heavy mist drifted over the lake, beneath which ripples shimmered, creating an illusion of the Heavenly Realm!
Visibility was low, and everything—from the trees to the ground to the wild grass—was covered in sparkling frost, giving an uncanny sense of unreality.
Yue Feng operated the drone, sending it skyward, following the flight path he had used over the reservoir, in a wild and unrestrained journey through the air.
The distant mountains stripped of leaves, the shoreline with its withered but frost-laden grass still standing in the wind, the surface of the water swirling with indistinct ripples, and the outline of the great lake, now obscured, now revealed, all became part of the landscape beneath Yue Feng's drone.
