The one who came was Qian Zhenghao.
Five hundred meters might sound far, but to Martial Artists, it was very close. They could cover it almost as soon as they lifted a foot, without taking much time. The only issue was that the planks on the Iron Chain Bridge were simply connected. If someone lacked courage, they might not even be able to walk across it.
Of course, Qian Zhenghao was okay in that regard, so he reached Qian Ying and the others in a short time.
As for whether he had sensed the danger beneath the Iron Chain Bridge while crossing it, naturally, he had not. After all, his strength was only at Houtian Layer Eight. When he crossed the Iron Chain Bridge, he could not sense anything at all.
Moreover, Qian Zhenghao's attention had been focused on his footing. He stared at every wooden plank beneath him, making sure he did not step wrong.
What Qian Zhenghao did not know was that while he crossed the Iron Chain Bridge, Chen Mo's gaze had followed his figure the entire time. Even when he vanished into the mist and could no longer be seen, Chen Mo's gaze did not stop following him, as though he wanted to see through the fog and observe his movements across the lake.
Chen Mo could not see through the fog. Even with Daylight Vision, he could not possibly see Qian Zhenghao through such dense mist. In truth, he was sensing the faint aura of danger emanating from the lake.
He wanted to see whether the dangerous aura would intensify when someone crossed the lake, or whether it would pay attention to Qian Zhenghao as he crossed the bridge.
What Chen Mo had not expected was that although he could still sense that faint danger,