Low-tier demon fish swam past them from time to time. They traveled hundreds of miles through the lake, where the water grew steadily colder. Aside from some low-tier aquatic demons and the thick, dark-green waterweeds that were as wide as a palm and several feet long, they found nothing. They had not even encountered another cultivator. The Mo Shang Mountains and Waters were where the Xiao House had risen to power, yet not even a single water-element cultivator guarded the lake. It was truly strange.
The light in the lake dimmed. Even Lu Xiaotian and the others could see only by using the Spirit Eye Technique. Dragon Lion's Primordial Spirit seemed to be feeling some suppression, perhaps because it was drawing closer to the River-Suppressing Stele. After all, Dragon Lion was only in Primordial Spirit form. If it expended too much energy, recovery would be extremely difficult. The Mo Shang Lake also imposed some restrictions on it, so it drew its power in. Dragon Lion was careful with its strength, and Lu Xiaotian did not force it. He had no habit of relying on others whenever trouble arose. Besides, as a Spirit Transformation-level old monster, Dragon Lion would be able to serve a far greater purpose later. Letting it fall into a premature slumber from overexertion would be a poor bargain.
As they were wondering about this, the waterweeds grew denser in the dim lake. Lu Xiaotian glanced around but noticed nothing unusual.
Several faint splashes sounded as something entered the water.
"Someone's coming." Lu Xiaotian, High Person Ziqing, and Xiang Yihang all tensed.
Several figures came fleeing toward them in a panic.
"Let's hide for now. They're probably people with nowhere left to run from the Xiao House's pursuit, and have fled into the lake to take refuge," High