The western stretch of ruins grew increasingly damp, the air thick with the scent of ancient water. Qingqing sneezed.
"Big Brother Yun, why are we going to the lake?"
Linlin's ears twitched. Is there something wrong with that lake?"
Yue Zhihe remained silent, her hand resting on her sword hilt.
"I don't know either." Yun Lintian replied casually. "We have nothing to do anyway while waiting for the palace to open."
As they crested a broken ridge, three figures came into view—Nie Tong, Xiong Yu, and Qian Jinglei. They seemed to retreat from the lake as if they had encountered something scary.
The three stared at Yun Lintian with wary eyes as he approached with his group. They recognized him—the young man who had been with the Celestial Pavilion's group.
Nie Tong's eyes narrowed slightly. Wasn't Yun Lintian heading to the Garden of the Lost Souls previously? Why did he appear here?
