Xu Xianrong leaned against the stone wall of the cave, continuously circulating her qi to adjust the injuries within her body. She was already much better than before—at least her breathing had become a lot smoother.
She kept her gaze fixed on the pale-golden surface of the water, but that lake surface remained utterly calm, without a single ripple.
The more she looked, the more her heart trembled. With the water so calm, could it be that Lin Tian had already…
She didn't dare think deeper, because that was simply too terrifying.
Just then, a cloud drifted across the sky and blocked the sunlight. The bright cave suddenly grew extremely dim; in the low light, the stone wall ahead looked like a monster's face, so hideous that a chill rose from the depths of one's heart.
Suddenly, the calm water surface rippled. Xu Xianrong's eyes widened as she tried to make her vision clearer.
