No wonder Gu Yulin had been so extremely nervous, insisting on sticking to Shen Le's side, running around for him, personally driving him, booking his rooms, and arranging everything.
The scroll Dragon Lord had given him marked four or five locations, from near to far. More than half were popular scenic spots, even AAAA-rated tourist attractions.
For instance, Shen Le had followed Gu Yulin on a one-hour drive to their destination, bought tickets to enter, climbed step by step up the mountain, and squeezed through the crowds...
Yes, a AAAA-rated scenic spot. Peak-season tickets were seventy yuan each, one hundred and forty for the two of them, no discounts, reimbursed by the Special Affairs Bureau. After walking five hundred meters and ascending fifteen meters, they had arrived at their destination.
He looked left and right. The place was packed with people. Forget going down to investigate—even finding enough room to take a solo photo was impossible!
In fact, although it was a weekday, there were still two or three thousand people in the scenic area. Shen Le suspected half of them had gathered here—
"So what do we do now?" Gu Yulin planted his feet hard on the ground and spread his arms, blocking out a patch of space as he stared nervously at Shen Le. "Do you need somewhere concealed so you can go in and investigate?"
"Uh..." Shen Le stared silently at the large characters a few meters away: "Tiger Hill Sword Pool."
To be fair, the scroll Dragon Lord had given him was extremely reliable. It had not sent him running around on a wild goose chase.
Just standing here, he could sense a trace of chilling presence seeping from the pool water, from behind whatever the water concealed:
It had always been said that beneath this