The sky was a hazy gray,
the color as if it had been smeared with a thin layer of gray paint.
It was a bit like the sky over the Black Continent Grassland,
only without its suffocating haze and oppressive atmosphere.
The place where they were resting was a small patch of woods at the village entrance.
The ground was littered with cigarette butts, and melon seed shells were everywhere. Chairs that hadn't been put away, along with chess sets and playing cards, were scattered about in disarray.
This area had clearly been cleared into a relatively open platform,
likely a place where the villagers of Xia Shui Village came to relax in their free time.
In the boundless sky above, the sun had vanished.
It wasn't hidden behind the clouds,
but rather seemed to be tightly wrapped in a thick, mysterious, hazy plastic sheet,
sealed shut, without a single gap.
This plastic sheet was neither a natural object nor something that could be forged in the Mortal World.
