Chapitre 623: Chapter 292: Rest and Communication_1

The sun resting on the mountain ridge appeared like a petite, fluffy ball, perfectly round and covered in a soft milk-yellow fuzz. Perhaps due to the seemingly indestructible mist shrouding the mountain peak, the outline of this sun seemed somewhat blurred and distorted, elusive.

But more likely, it's because it's not a real sun.

That's what Zheng Qing thought deep down as he reached into his grey cloth bag to take out his pocket watch and check the time out of habit.

It was four fifty-two in the afternoon.

According to the current season - which was the end of October to the beginning of November - around five in the afternoon, the sun should have already set behind the mountain and the sky should be covered with a grayish hue.

But in this hunting ground, that shiny, fluffy sphere of light remained motionless in the sky. It was neither warm nor cool, not rising or setting, lazily radiating strands of light and heat, maintaining its half-life state.

"Ugh..."