Waigou, Hemp Bamboo Mountain.
Li Banfeng, wearing a top hat and sporting a big beard, squatted in the bamboo forest, silently watching the clearing in front of him.
This clearing was piled with thick dust, bare of any grass, and beyond that, it didn't seem to have anything special about it.
A butterfly flew toward the clearing, and as it reached the center, it suddenly turned into a whiff of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
A rabbit hopped onto the clearing, took a couple of leaps forward, and mid-air, it also turned into a puff of smoke and scattered with the wind.
A bamboo leaf blew across the clearing and likewise turned into smoke.
A mosquito buzzed, driven across the clearing by Li Banfeng, and it, too, turned into smoke—a very small puff.
Li Banfeng folded a paper airplane and tossed it over the Border Line; it also turned into smoke.
He picked up a stone and threw it over; it, too, turned into smoke.
A patch of dark clouds passed by, dropping a few raindrops.
