Gu Zhiqi and Tang Yichen have already arrived at the edge of a lake.
By the lake, the green grass was lush, and various small flowers swayed continuously on the grass, with the lake waters as green as jade, looking like a piece of emerald.
Several green discs floated on the lake, with an ice-white lotus flower blossoming at the center of each disc.
The lotus flower seemed to be carved from ice, growing pristinely elegant. Tang Yichen always felt that the flower floating on the lake seemed to exude a faint chill.
"Gu Xiaoxi, what kind of flower is that?"
Gu Zhiqi: "Flowing Jade Cold Lotus."
"Flowing Jade Cold Lotus?" Tang Yichen repeated softly and then shook his head, "Never heard of it."
Gu Zhiqi didn't care whether Tang Yichen had heard of it or not, just saying, "Stay away from the shore."
Then she flew towards the middle of the lake.
