The dark clouds rapidly spread over Song Xiaodong's head, the sky above the three reef rocks submerged in seawater seemed like a cola with a straw inserted, leaving a void in the middle, preventing the clouds from entering the sky within several hundred meters, creating a perfectly round hole.
Initially, Song Xiaodong was somewhat nervous; who could guarantee that this place would always be calm and peaceful? But now, looking at the situation here, Song Xiaodong felt reassured.
The clouds continued to spread eastward, quickly obscuring the sun's rays, leaving only the sky within several hundred meters above Song Xiaodong still casting light downward, while other places remained completely dark.
The surrounding seawater and wind also changed, with circular winds beginning to blow around the three reef rocks. Indeed, this place was a typhoon eye, but a fixed one—why it could remain fixed was something Song Xiaodong couldn't comprehend.
