Cloud Zhang Great Marsh is veiled in year-round mist and water vapor. Qin Ming waited patiently within the underwater mansion. Bored and with nothing better to do, he chatted with Prison Cloth.
"Last time, when we ventured deep into the Night Fog World and ended up on the moon, what was the cultivation level of the woman who attacked me at the final moment?"
"Eighth Realm."
Hearing this, Qin Ming fell into a daze. Was the Eighth Realm truly that formidable? He had initially assumed that being was of the Ninth Realm.
Qin Ming sighed.
“Looking at it this way, it makes perfect sense that, all those years ago, after I was targeted by that Wu Yao, I ended up in such a miserable state.”
Prison Cloth replied, “The Ninth Realm is not so easily attained, especially in this era.” Qin Ming asked, “Cloth, oh Cloth, what level are you at?” Being called by such a sickeningly familiar name—just the single word "Cloth"—Prison Cloth was struck utterly silent and offered no response.
Qin Ming pondered, what in the world was that accursed place deep within the Night Fog World? A soft, radiant bright moon hung high above, yet it ended up being nothing more than a lamp used to eliminate mosquitoes and insects. Thinking carefully, this Night Fog World was indeed far too terrifying.