Sunlight shines through the side of Chen Yunsheng's house. The whole house seems to be coated with a layer of gold, dazzling and bright. He has never seen such a big sun. It is obvious that the trident has flown very high in the sky. The flowing clouds are in the sky.
There were like balls of cotton under your feet, and the shadow of the trident was reflected on the clouds, leaving a small black patch.
The room was very quiet, but Chen Yunsheng knew that the wind outside the room must be very shocking, and the sound insulation of the Trident must be very good, otherwise just the "whooshing" sound of the wind would frighten a monk who has never seen the world.
The sea surface under the white clouds exudes a gray-blue color. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but monotony.