A little while later, the two arrived at another body of water.
"Wait…" Langtian stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing as he gazed across the murky surface.
The lake was dark and still, the water stained with a dull, mossy green. A thick layer of mist clung just above the surface. Broken logs floated lazily, bobbing in silence. Some were long and jagged, clearly torn from the cliff above and fell down here into this lake.
In the distance, the low roar of a waterfall echoed faintly, muffled by the fog. Though the mist made it impossible to see far, Langtian recognized the sound instantly.
"This must be the waterfall from Sun-Chasing Dragon Cliff…"
And that meant…
"This is the place where I fell… isn't it?"
"Yes," Yue Ling nodded, placing a hand on Langtian's shoulder. "This is exactly the place."
