Zhong Xiang was helpless, he couldn't avoid such a matter, after all, he also wanted to dispel the curse that beguiled him. Therefore, he could only summon flames and within just a few dozen breaths, a giant pit was melted out.
He even considerately melted a passage connecting the two pools, but when it was just a finger's thickness away from joining the pools, Zhong Xiang decisively stopped, absolutely unwilling to melt any further:
"I've already melted out the pit, but as for breaking the barrier that connects the pit to the pool, I will not do it. It's just a finger-thick bluestone, please think of a way to break it."
What way?
Nobody wanted to get involved with the curse, so everyone turned their gaze to Liu Yang and his companions. Although they were reluctant, under the pressure of greater good, they had no choice but to take a hammer to break that barrier, then they watched as the black water from the pool flowed out, pouring into the large pit dug by Zhong Xiang.
