By a tranquil lake in the Sacred Relic Land.
Mo Lin sat leisurely atop a bluestone, holding a homemade fishing rod as its line dangled into the clear lake water. Little Lingxi had rolled up her pants, exposing her fair little calves as she ran happily through the shallows, chasing several silver fish that shimmered with spiritual light. Her crisp laughter echoed across the lake.
"Daddy! Look! I caught one!" Little Lingxi carefully held up a wriggling silver fish with both hands and ran to Mo Lin as if presenting a treasure, her little face flushed with excitement.
Mo Lin smiled and rubbed his daughter's head. "Xi'er is amazing. Daddy will grill fish for you tonight."
"Yay, yay!" Little Lingxi nodded happily and put the silver fish into a small wooden bucket filled with lake water. Four or five other silver fish were already swimming inside.
Just then—
"Buzz!"
The towering Sacred Stele in the distance let out another deep hum as light flowed across its surface!
Mo Lin and Little Lingxi looked up at the same time.
On the Sacred Stele, light gathered as new words slowly emerged:
Wu Huang and Ye Ming joined forces to battle Yao Yao.
Yao Yao was injured.
Just two short lines, yet they carried a chilling aura of slaughter!
The smile on Mo Lin's face instantly froze! The knuckles of the hand gripping his fishing rod turned faintly white from the force. His black eyes, usually carrying a lazy smile, suddenly became piercingly cold, like ancient black ice!
An indescribably terrifying killing intent spread from his body almost tangibly. The surrounding air temperature plummeted, and even tiny ice crystals began forming on the lake's surface!
"Wu Huang... Ye Ming..." Mo Lin's voice was low and hoarse, every word seeming to squeeze through clenched