His heart turned cold, Nian Bing was unsure whether his body was strong enough to withstand the soaking from the Death Lake below. What exactly formed this lake water? He furrowed his brows slightly and at the same time, turned his gaze toward the source of the sound.
What Nian Bing saw was a small waterfall, the source of which was the mountain top not far from him. To be exact, it was about ten feet below the mountain summit, where surging green lake water gushed out from a hole in the mountain wall, splashing into the calm Death Lake, stirring up large swathes of spray and adding ripples to the still water surface.