Yue Qianchou stared at the silt at the bottom of the lake. All he saw were old traces, and he truly had no idea how the other had hidden beneath it. When he searched with his senses, he found no other entrances nearby either.
He immediately snorted. "Old fellow, you're really not giving me any face. Is this how you talk to me, hiding down there?"
"I..." Old Man's voice gave a bitter laugh. "If I could really get out, why would I resort to this? The key is that I'm trapped here and simply cannot free myself!"
"Cut the bullshit. How did you come out just now?" Yue Qianchou demanded, his brows raised and eyes glaring.
Old Man's voice said helplessly, "That was only my avatar. My true body cannot move at all."
Yue Qianchou froze, rubbing his chin for a while. No one knew what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he pointed down at the lakebed. The water around him immediately surged into undercurrents, crazily churning across the bottom. Old Man's voice instantly cried in terror, "Little brother, what are you doing?"
Yue Qianchou could not be bothered to answer him and continued with his work. The silt that had accumulated on the lakebed for untold years was peeled apart layer by layer by the swirling undercurrents. The clear lake water immediately became incomparably murky. Mixed with silt and aquatic grass, the undercurrents took visible form. Six tornado-like columns of water crazily stirred the lakebed, and the murkiness gradually spread outward. Before long, all the clear water within a radius of a thousand meters had turned utterly turbid...
Under the moonlight, the lake's surface heaved and rolled, as though something unimaginable was happening below. Every member of the Cannibal Tribe stared at the lake in terror, not knowing what