C1191 Below Cloud Level

The sky was overcast.

Extremely depressing.

Yang Ping felt that the world had changed. It was very strange, there was no familiar air, and there was no familiar smell. The smell of the seaweed drifting over from the Southern Sea was becoming clearer and clearer, as if she was looking at an endless ocean.

This feeling was not good.

"Old man, don't scare me