The stars flicker like fireflies, and the moon hangs high in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, it is already midnight.
The martial artists in the lake have all returned to the shore by now, each sitting cross-legged in cultivation, restoring energy and preparing to investigate the lake again at dawn.
Standing on the shore of Linghu Lake, anxiously waiting for Fang Bai and Li Chenzhou to emerge, Wu De and Xia Chenyu stared at the shimmering waves under the moonlight—one furrowed her elegant brow, the other let out long sighs.
"It's been two, maybe even three hours already. Why are they still silent down there? Could they... have encountered trouble?"
Letting out those long sighs was Wu De, who murmured to himself while rubbing his hands together nervously, pacing back and forth along the lake's edge.
