The plane passed through the red clouds, and crimson mist immediately enveloped its fuselage.
None of the passengers dared look outside. They had long since lowered their window shades. Only Ke Meng left his open, even leaning toward the window to study the view closely.
Old Shi was a little worried. Keeping his gaze on the floor, he patted Ke Meng on the back. "Be careful."
"Mm," Ke Meng replied, but he did not stop observing.
Red droplets of mist had already clung to the plane's window, disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Ke Meng saw it clearly: the red droplets were merging into the glass.
"This mist..." Ke Meng paused, drawing out the words.
The people in the seats ahead and behind pricked up their ears and listened quietly.
"Whatever they summoned has already affected cloud cover worldwide. The water molecules in the clouds are toxic-not physically, but mentally." Ke Meng's analysis was clear and convincing.
Old Shi thought it made sense, too, and his own spiritual perception gave him no sense that it was wrong.
The plane emerged from the clouds and descended toward a local airport.
The pilot opened the cabin door. Following Ke Meng's instructions, everyone else stayed aboard. Only Ke Meng stepped outside.
A fine drizzle was already falling outside the plane. Ke Meng held out his hand to catch it, and sure enough, something akin to despair welled up inside him. He felt hopeless about the future.
But Ke Meng quickly snuffed out those thoughts. They were too weak.
Ke Meng stood in the rain for several minutes, personally assessing the strength of the fine Red Rain drizzle.
"It's harmful to ordinary people," Ke Meng murmured.
That was stating the obvious. Any disaster was harmful to ordinary people.
Unlike natural disasters,