Bab 1945: Meeting Ockham Again

It was deep night and tranquil. The deep place of the pitch-dark mountain cave reverberated with the sound of water dripping off stalactites that hung upside down from the top of the mountain cave. A salamander was silently creeping on the bank of a pond and capturing fleas in water in the gloomiest and most humid environment.

As they had been used to such a dark environment, these salamanders' visual sense had completely degenerated; however, their olfactory sense was still very sensitive. 

All of a sudden, that salamander suddenly stopped catching fleas as it instantly fled into crannies of the rocks and dared not expose his head as if it had seen something dangerous.

Not knowing why, a cluster of mist had already appeared in this mountain cave. When the mist faded away, a person showed up like a specter.