Approaching the edge of the Bund, Zheng Xiu looked at his hands, which glowed with a faint, treasure-like light and were as white as fine jade. His confidence soared, and he forcefully plunged them into the dense fog.
A shocking elasticity repelled Zheng Xiu's hands. He felt a terrifying resistance.
Zheng Xiu wasn't surprised by this. He nodded, abandoning the idea of breaking through to the outside from here.
The very fact that he called this place a "Rift" implied the existence of a boundary. To travel between the various Bunds via these Rifts, Zheng Xiu could currently only rely on Post Stations; he could not yet pass through unimpeded.
'Behind the dense fog... is that the Darkness?'
This question gradually solidified into a strong conviction in Zheng Xiu's mind. He was almost certain that the Darkness lay behind the dense fog.
'Speaking of which, Cat called the Path a "Bund." Could the scenery inside the Darkness be a "sea"?'
