The lake surface was a vast expanse of white mist, and the heavy vapor rolled and rose under the tug of the breeze.
In the distance, the scenery was veiled by fog, revealing only a few hazy gray silhouettes.
Fang Cheng had no idea that his moment of whimsy had already left the early risers by the lakeshore with a new urban legend.
He was concentrating on maintaining the rhythm of his flight.
Yulong Lake, vast and boundless, had a spindle-shaped water surface, extending from the foot of West Mountain all the way to the southeast, crossing the districts of West Gate and Jiangbei.
On the map, it stretched approximately fifteen kilometers east to west and spanned seven kilometers at its widest point north to south, with a total area close to eighty square kilometers, forming a massive, enclosed depression.
This expansive body of water, along with the mostly uninhabited mountainous and suburban areas around it, was an ideal natural training ground.
