C234 The Painter Meng Qing

Chen Yuan leapt directly from the edge of the canyon.

As he soared through the air, he vanished into the dense white fog.

It was then that he noticed the peculiar nature of the mist.

Enveloped by the fog, it dipped inward around him but didn't disperse, and he didn't plummet either. The mist, cradling him gently, drifted along the canyon, eventually carrying him to the opposite side.

Indeed