Ji Shuangxue looked puzzled.
Why is the fog outside so thick, yet there isn't the slightest bit of mist in our own little courtyard?
Could it be that when Dad was practicing swordsmanship, because the blade is rather large, he drove away the fog?
A moment later.
Ji Shuangxue vigorously rubbed her face... She felt as if she was infected by her dad; a sword isn't an electric fan, how could it have such a strong wind?
"What's wrong?" Joseph asked in fairly standard Mandarin when he noticed his daughter standing still at the doorway.
"There's fog outside," Ji Shuangxue replied.
"Fog? The weather forecast didn't mention fog today." Joseph doubtfully sheathed his sword and walked toward the door.
Meanwhile, as the father and daughter spoke, the fog outside grew thicker and the visibility dropped even further.
Moreover, the fog was intensifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The scene was starting to look pretty eerie.
