Old Fisherman's warning had been completely useless. Everything nearby was shrouded in that eerie light. The lake water surged upward, somehow lifting the entire surface of the lake, as something unimaginably enormous rose from the depths.
The moonlight behind them grew more and more blinding. Old Fisherman remembered the letter's warning: stay away from the moon... stay away from the moon on the horizon! Because there couldn't possibly be a moon on a night like this!
Accompanied by the old man's excited, trembling gasps, Old Fisherman heard the final words from that memory.
Manager Qian nervously pressed his lips together, crouched low, and imitated the scene in a hoarse voice that brought it to life. "The moon... split open! It's coming..."
After listening to the story for so long, they had finally reached the crucial part. Jiang Cheng asked impatiently, "Who was it? Was it Water Lord, the one you mentioned earlier?"
Manager Qian was stumped. He answered with a pained expression, "My lord, how would I know who it was? If you ask me, some things are better left unknown. We're just ordinary folk. Sometimes it's no bad thing to be a little in the dark."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Go on. What happened next?"
"After that, as I told you, Old Fisherman went home. Everything I know about this came from him." Manager Qian seemed to remember something and quickly explained, "My lord, don't ask how he got home, because I don't know either. It's just... even Old Fisherman himself couldn't explain it."
Manager Qian pointed cautiously at his own head and lowered his voice. "After he came back, something was wrong with him up here. He'd lost all his memories of what happened after that moonlight appeared. He couldn't remember what happened next, or whether those people were