The pool water grew increasingly turbulent, roiling back and forth, rising and falling, as the two women momentarily shifted their gaze from him to the water, staring intently.
Chen Yi felt a temporary relief before his gaze sharpened.
Amidst the shadows of the two women's persistent rivalry, an increasing number of dark shadows passed by unnoticed, a near endless gathering of obsessions suddenly breaking the water.
A figure appeared without warning.
The left sleeve hung empty, her face cold and indifferent, the two women were stunned, for she was neither of them, but Zhou Yitang?!
The one-armed woman stood quietly there, and then her face slowly moved, facing the two women.
Yin Weiyin's composed expression faltered first.
She never imagined that Chen Yi could, within this Heart Lake, conjure Zhou Yitang.
