No one knew who those two cultivators were or what treasure they were fighting over. Perhaps they were Rogue Cultivators who had come to Nanyuan Lake to join the excitement, or perhaps they were Demonic Cultivators and evil cultivators from the other side. In any case, they were unlikely to be disciples of Chunyang Palace. After all, who would have the nerve to rob people famous throughout the cultivation world for being poor? If they actually met, they might even be unable to resist giving alms.
Looking up from beneath the water, everything was blurred by the rippling surface.
Just as Bai Yujun was leisurely watching the show, she nearly cursed aloud. The weapon that had fallen into the water was carried by an undercurrent, slowly turning and drifting as it fell straight toward the top of her head...
Wasn't this a real-life disaster falling from the sky? Was the heavens trying to screw over a snake? Was there any justice left?!
Her situation was extremely dangerous now. She could not run. If an eighteen-meter-long giant snake suddenly emerged from the lakebed while those two were fighting their hearts out, only a ghost would believe nothing was going on! No—even ghosts would not believe it! To be safe, she could not move recklessly.
It was a treasured sword. It seemed the entire cultivation world had a special fondness for swords; if one went out without carrying a sword, one would be too embarrassed to call oneself a cultivator.
The treasured sword kept flipping as it sank, swaying back and forth before landing a little over two meters in front of Bai Yujun's mouth.
Its tip first stabbed into the mud and sand, but it did not sink deeply enough and the entire sword toppled over. With a smack, it stirred