"Zichen Lake has an island?"
The crowd was taken aback.
They had been circling Zichen Lake dozens of times every day for the past few days, yet they had not noticed that there was actually an island in this large lake.
Following Dong Xiaoyan, they took flight and headed toward the lake.
It was at this moment.
Suddenly, the calm surface of the lake began to ripple and wave, and then a fierce wind quickly whipped up. The white waves surged skyward.
Rising tens of meters above the lake's surface, the waves built higher and higher.
A sensation of being watched rose unbidden.
The crowd slowed their pace, proceeding with caution.
The wind and waves suddenly spun, twisting into a towering water column hundreds of meters high spiraling up from the lake!
At the tip of the spray, a phantom shadow abruptly appeared.
The crowd fixed their eyes on it.
The shadow shifted from ethereal to slightly more solid.