With a click, the two cylinders finally stood perpendicular to the ground, then instantly seemed to slot into place with a tremendous boom!
But the iron chains continued to pull slowly, creaking and clacking. As the chains moved, it seemed that a shadow beneath the lake was about to rise from the bottom.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Zhou Zixing could not help stopping his output of Xiantian power. When he tried to withdraw his hand, he discovered that his fingers seemed to be glued to the engraved pattern, tightly stuck to it.
His heart tightened, and he forcefully pulled his fingers back. This time, he managed to withdraw his hand. He also became wary. Was the engraved pattern truly as Qian Ying had said, completely harmless when it absorbed Xiantian power? Yet the way his fingers had seemed glued to it just now made his scalp tingle.
Especially after he stopped supplying Xiantian power, the iron chains that had been clanking immediately stopped as well. The movement beneath the water also ceased, and all activity around the buildings by the lake fell silent.
"What's going on? Why did it stop?" When Qian Ying heard the silence, he anxiously shouted. The earlier commotion had occurred not far from where he stood, and he had seen the activity beneath the water. Just as he had begun thinking that these buildings might truly be a way across the lake, everything stopped.
This was fucking maddening, like needing to take a shit after pulling down your pants, only to find that you could not squeeze anything out.
At this point, he no longer considered the bearing of a Xiantian Master or cared about saving face. In his urgency, he could not be bothered to transmit his voice and simply shouted aloud.
"I don't know