By the lakeshore, members of every race were searching for Bai Yang and his companion, but naturally, they found no trace of them. Instead, tensions between the various races and the Human Race had grown so extreme that it seemed a massive battle could break out at any moment.
"Quick, look! Someone's actually crossing the water!"
A cry of surprise rang out, drawing everyone's attention. Hundreds of thousands of eyes turned toward the lake, and in an instant, half the living creatures there were left dumbfounded.
Crossing by boat? How was that possible?
Everyone knew that the lake's strange water wouldn't even let a feather float. Touching it meant certain death. And yet someone was crossing it by boat—it seemed even less reliable than building a bridge.
Yet somehow, it was happening. All sides could only watch helplessly as the boat shot toward Great Desolate City like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
"Which great master is that? How can he do something like this? It seems the lake water is no different from an ordinary river!"
"He's probably some old monster who's lived in seclusion. Someone like that would naturally have special abilities."
"They don't look like old monsters. They're clearly young—far too young. So how can they have such abilities?"
"Does anyone know who they are?"
Everyone was talking, speculating about the identities of Bai Yang and his companion on the lake, but no one had an answer.
In the midst of the discussion, someone said with deep misgivings, "Those two are young. Could they be the pair who suggested building a bridge earlier?"
"Probably not. How could those two have such abilities? Besides, their auras and appearances are completely different," someone objected.
But then an angry, exasperated roar rang out. "Damn it, it really is them! Look,