Fang Hao hid in a crevice between the rocks, feeling his heart nearly leap out of his throat. What the hell was this! In a tiny place like Meteor Star Lake, no bigger than a palm, there were actually five groups of people and beasts lurking, including himself. This wasn't treasure hunting; this was a Martial Forest convention!
On the lake's surface, the three from Xuan Shui Pavilion were like startled rabbits, huddled back-to-back on their small boat, their faces pale. The square-faced Senior Brother still had bloodstains on his chest, his breathing shaky with a tremor; he had taken a heavy blow from the water python's tail earlier and was seriously injured. The tall, thin man and the Female Disciple were also as if facing a formidable enemy, one holding a compass and the other clutching a Talisman, their eyes darting between the giant python and the Black-Clothed Cultivator, terrified of who might strike first.
