"Wang Jie! Prepare to die!" Several men in black chased a young man.
The youth's face was filled with unwillingness and fear. Head lowered, he ran madly.
A lake appeared before him. Gritting his teeth, Wang Jie leaped fiercely into the lake.
The men in black froze when they saw Wang Jie jump in, then seemed to grow wary as they stopped by the shore.
"Boss, what do we do? He jumped into White Snake Lake... What if we disturb that senior..."
The leader of the black-clad men fell silent for a moment, then bowed toward the lake and called out in a clear voice, "The White Lotus Sect's Black Clad Department pays respects to the White Snake Patriarch!"
For a long while, there was not the slightest movement in the lake, and the men in black did not move either.
Only after the time it took to burn an incense stick did a whirlpool emerge in the center of the lake. Several white pythons then rose from the water, surrounding a youth in white.
The youth in white had an ordinary face, but his eyes were filled with sharpness.
The black-clad leader cautiously raised his head and looked at the white figure, only to discover that he was not the White Snake Patriarch.
Instead, he was a youth in white. Still, this youth bore a thirty-percent resemblance to the White Snake Patriarch. Could he be the White Snake Patriarch's descendant?
The thought arose in the black-clad leader's heart, but he did not relax in the slightest.
He said, "A traitor has disturbed the White Snake Patriarch. We are deeply ashamed. We ask the Venerable to hand that traitor over to us. We will certainly teach him a lesson he will never forget."
The black-clad leader's words were exceedingly respectful.