Jeming put down the fragment and sat down on the chair.
The probes of the past few days gave him a preliminary understanding of the strange ecosystem of this Plane.
During the day, he could slightly expand his Spiritual Power to explore, as long as the intensity wasn't too high, it wouldn't attract anything.
The sensitivity of this world's strangeness to Spiritual Power was far less than his expectations of the patterns of mysterious nightlife activity.
But after dusk, it was different.
Jeming raised his head and glanced at the small basement window.
The window was level with the ground, and through the fogged glass, one could see the sky outside darkening.
It was dusk.
In the distant horizon, the last streak of ashen light was being swallowed by the dark gray rising from the sea.
Dusk in Wudu had no usual fiery clouds, only a seamless transition from day to night.
The gray sky slowly turned deeper gray, then became black.
The street lamps began to light up.
