Lin Cang Hai jumped into the Weak Water, and Qian Du followed him in.
The two vanished without a trace after entering the Weak Water, looking more like they had chosen a path to certain death.
Only Li Mu Yang could still poke his head above the Weak Water and swim around freely. He kept waving to the students on shore and shouting, "Come down, come down! Who knows, there might be some rare treasure or immortal's dwelling beneath the water!"
"Idiot," someone cursed.
"Exactly. Going in means certain death!"
"We're not falling for that!"
"Since you're unwilling to come down, I'll go treasure hunting by myself." Li Mu Yang waved toward the shore, then sank to the bottom and fell completely silent.
Tie Mu Xin glanced at Cai Pa and said, "I believe him."
As he spoke, he had already strode toward the Weak Water.
Cai Pa hesitated for a moment, then hurried forward and took Tie Mu Xin's hand. "I believe you."
Thus, the two of them walked hand in hand into the center of the Weak Water. When the water submerged their heads, they vanished without a trace.
The many students on shore looked at one another, their faces filled with confusion and indecision.
"Those guys really went into the Weak Water just like that?"
Chu Xun's gaze was cold and vicious. His face was livid as he stared fiercely into the vast expanse of water.
The Weak Water# was very deep.
Very, very deep.
Li Mu Yang felt his body sinking continuously, lower and lower, as if an entire century had passed.
His eyes were wide open, and he could see freely.
Yet when he looked around, he could not see a single scene—not even an ordinary fish. It was as if no fish or shrimp