When Yue Zhao opened his eyes, he found himself above a lake, and his body was falling. Calm as he was, he was momentarily stunned but quickly stabilized his descending body. Looking around, he saw a large tree by the lake, his eyes lit up, and with a flick of his wrist, a rope appeared in his hand. He threw it out, wrapping it around the tree, and used its strength to fly towards the lakeshore.
Once he landed steadily on the ground, Yue Zhao let out a breath, put away the rope, and turned to look at the lake in front of him.
The lake before him appeared exceedingly calm, the water crystal clear, as if one could see right to the bottom. From his vantage point, he could see fish happily swimming about, a scene that made him unconsciously furrow his brow.
