After delving into the lake, Huang Yi had essentially entered an ocean of milky essence, surrounded by haze in all directions, unable to discern the way. Without the Ferryman, he would have undoubtedly become lost, unable to find an exit.
Fortunately, the milky essence all around was very comforting, able to wash away fatigue and impurities. Huang Yi couldn't help but take several deep breaths, and that pure essence immediately permeated his heart, moisturizing every corner of his body.
"Do you find this milky essence very comfortable?" At this moment, the elderly Ferryman turned to look at Huang Yi, his gaze carrying the weight of ages.
"Yes!" Huang Yi nodded, "This milky essence is very refreshing, and it seems to have a divine taste that makes one feel joyous."