Chu Feng lay on the bamboo raft. His eyes were dim as he stared blankly at the sky. There was no sound as he drifted away with the river.
After an unknown amount of time, the mist in the sky gradually thickened and the water flow gradually slowed down. He lay there and felt the dense energy and spiritual energy permeating over.
The sunset glow was very red, but it was somewhat like blood. It dripped through the mist and landed here. The dark red color flowed about and was somewhat mournful.
Chu Feng sat up. Where had he reached?
He himself didn’t know how long he had been drifting. Now that he had entered a group of lakes, he carefully identified it and silently recalled it. He knew what this place was -- the dreamy cloud great lake.
He sat quietly and no longer lay on his back dejectedly. Chu Feng’s emotions gradually calmed down and the gloomy energy in his body disappeared. His entire person was in the process of recovering.