"The sandstorm is coming."
Though not yet visible to the eye, Alpha began to grow restless, forcing Bi Fang to control his steed with one hand on the reins and the other pressing down on his hat against the fierce wind, while his white scarf fluttered behind him.
The air started to turn murky, with fine sand blowing ahead of the storm, blinding to anyone who tried to look into it.
"Ah, no wonder the wind is so strong today."
Bi Fang squinted, as if he had found a reason, his tone carrying a hint of sudden realization, but devoid of any panic or fear.
Even the majority of the audience in the live streaming room felt the same, with only many new viewers somewhat puzzled, even perplexed.
"There are many precursors to a sandstorm, like the ground exposing dry, loose sand and dust, the air turning murky, strong and persistent winds at the surface, and a continuous drop in temperature."