The deep water was bone-chillingly cold.
Su Changqing's eyes were sharp and cold, golden light blazing from them. With one hand gripping Yu Huatian by the throat, he sped through the water.
The two plunged straight ahead. Amid the desolate, frigid waters, schools of fish occasionally swam past.
Chang'an Lake encircled the city and stretched for hundreds of li. Its deepest point reached several hundred meters below the surface, dark, cold, and unfathomable. The farther down one went, the colder and more deathly still it became.
Yu Huatian looked at Su Changqing's calm, unruffled face. His body trembled, and rare fear appeared on his face.
They had already reached the bottom of the lake, where the temperature was at freezing, unbearable to any ordinary person.
Was this man trying to drown him?
Didn't he need to breathe?
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Yu Huatian ultimately could not endure holding his breath for so long and began choking on water. The grand Flower of the Western Factory was about to drown in Chang'an Lake, just like Tai Long.
He desperately grabbed Su Changqing's hands, trying to pry them apart, but the other man's grip was terrifyingly strong. No matter what he did, he could not harm Su Changqing in the slightest.
Su Changqing's eyes remained indifferent and cold as he watched him.
Only when Yu Huatian had no strength left, terror filled his eyes, and his hands flailed weakly as death drew near—
Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly. With a tap of his toe, he shot away from the lakebed like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Like a black flood dragon swimming through the water, he was unbelievably fast.
When they reached the shore, Su Changqing casually threw Yu Huatian onto the ground. Yu Huatian knelt there, coughing up water without end.
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