There was a large mountain shrouded by clouds and fog in the small world of the secret treasure.
The fog never cleared. It shrouded the whole mountain. Those in the air couldn't see anything in it. The people in there couldn't even see their fingers when they extended their hands.
Even holy awareness was unable to spread, blocked by the fog.
Only one peak, the highest one, wasn't underneath the fog. As a result, it had become the only place where those standing on the peak could overlook the whole mountain and observe the changes of the clouds and fog.
There were four figures at the peak, some standing and some sitting, both men and women, all very relaxed.
Each of the four had noteworthy characteristics. They were from the Evil Cloud Palace.
"The exit of the Hero Palace won't appear, will it?" a five or six-year-old kid said. However, his tone and gestures were pretty mature.