Emin, who kept a constant eye on Lu Li, suddenly grabbed his hand.
"None of this is real." Emin took Lu Li's hand off the water's surface and said seriously, "Whatever you see, hear... or think about: you are on a boat surrounded by many monsters that create illusions, and what you see couldn't possibly be here."
Lu Li remained silent, looking back at the lake's surface. The beautiful face beneath the water had disappeared, leaving only the wandering Primordial Demons in the clear lake water.
Calming his emotions, Lu Li picked up the oar and began to paddle.
"It's not me; your death has nothing to do with me..."
On the wooden boat, a woman who had glimpsed the fleeting Primordial Demon under the lake retreated in terror, tripped over the railing, fell into the lake, and was quickly enveloped and dragged into the depths by the Primordial Demons.
Besides Lu Li and Emin, only three passengers remained on the wooden boat.
