The blood rain disappeared cleanly, but everyone knew that the world had changed.
Yet, paradoxically, after "waking up," everything turned back to normal.
The destroyed buildings, traces of blood, the dead people... all restored to their original state.
Bai Yanliang woke up beside the stone table in the courtyard.
He was also very surprised, because the place he entered Fog Gathering was not here, but at this moment, it had brought him back "home."
The wind blew through the spaces between the leaves of the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, carrying a bit of the cold, frost-like chill of winter.
Moss wrapped around the feet of the stone table in the courtyard, while outside, the city vehicles came and went incessantly, shuttling back and forth.
Everything seemed to have returned to its original state, back to its most normal appearance.
