In the dead of night, Qin Ming involuntarily drifted into the pitch-black mist. He felt uneasy and puzzled, wondering why this was happening.
He traversed the dense fog, where things became indistinct at a distance.
Qin Ming noticed that he retained a "human form" and was not dim. At the last moment of departure, he clutched that piece of broken cloth and brought it along.
The piece of cloth was about the size of two palms together, approximately a square shape, about one palm long.
At this moment, Qin Ming's was a consciousness body, so size did not matter. He could drape the dim cloth over himself, meaning when he appeared, he was only slightly taller than a hand.
This was a wondrous experience, with heightened perception. Still, Qin Ming's expression was extremely grave, not one bit amused.
In the dead of night, such inexplicable occurrences would have already frightened off most people.
