Because of the great dry fog, within sight, less than fifty feet away, the cold son can only be distinguished by hearing in the course of flying.

He flew so fast that his consciousness was completely liberated. He believed that in such a quiet environment as Dome Pearl, he could not escape his ears even if there was any wind moving fifty miles away.

Sure enough, after about two hundred miles, I heard the sound of drums coming from the left front, judging by the sound, about twenty miles away from him.

Between his thoughts, he came to the place where the drums were beating.

"Wow, who's so smart that...