Night fell like ink.
Beneath the utterly dark sky, Wulan Lake resembled a colossal diamond set into the earth, radiating dazzling brilliance.
Bagua City was the most dazzling source of light within that diamond.
"Where's Sister Ning?"
Su Meng stood by the island. When she saw Pang Jian approaching alone from the darkness, she hurriedly peered behind him.
But she didn't see the familiar, graceful figure she was looking for.
Su Meng had never experienced a night so thick with darkness. She didn't know whether some terror lurked unseen, and she couldn't help worrying about her "Sister Ning."
"It was too dark on the mountain. She fell along the way."
Pang Jian replied indifferently, his gaze settling on the head of the Mystic Turtle, carved from dark green lines and strange, otherworldly power.
Zhou Qingchen froze. "You didn't help her up?"
"She has hands and feet. Why should I help her?" Pang Jian asked in return, puzzled.
"Uh..."
Zhou Qingchen was at a loss for words.
"Little Zhou, you and little brother Pang should learn from him. With women, you can't be too good to them or cater to their every feeling! If you had even half Pang Jian's knack, that Senior Sister Jiang Li you admired at Red Mountain wouldn't have..." Han Duping dug up his embarrassing past.
Zhou Qingchen's old face flushed red. He snapped, "Shut up!"
Studying the turtle head that had emerged on the ice, condensed from dark green lines and strange power, Pang Jian asked in surprise, "This is the entrance to the Mirror Tunnel?"
"Mm. That's what Ning Yao said."
Han Duping nodded first, then offered his own opinion. "Based on my shallow understanding of formations, this really should be the entrance to the Mirror Tunnel."
Pang Jian asked curiously, "Once we go in,