"What if we lose?"
The witch's words were like a ladle of cold water thrown over them.
The male shaman's throat bobbed, but no sound came out.
Many words circled on the tip of his tongue before being swallowed back down.
From last night until now, he had been pushed along by others. When had he ever considered the consequences?
Seeing him like this, the witch shook her head in disappointment. "You dared come here and propose an alliance without even considering the worst possible outcome.
Forget it. Do not mention this cooperation again."
Chief Wave snorted through his nose and waved toward the door, ready to see them out.
Yet the male shaman did not move. He glanced behind him again.
Xu Changqing stepped forward at that, his pace neither hurried nor slow, until he reached the center of the room.
Zhang Daoxuan followed behind him.
Then Xu Changqing raised his right hand and gave it a light wave.
There was no incantation, not even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.
The air in the room suddenly grew heavier.
A thin film of water spread from the floor, climbing up the four walls. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped the entire room within it.
The birdsong outside vanished.
The footsteps by the door vanished.
Even the distant sound of lake water lapping against the shore disappeared.
The whole world seemed to have been sealed inside a massive bubble of water.
It was so quiet that they could hear only the breathing of everyone in the room.
The witch's expression changed at the sight, and she sprang to her feet.
Chief Wave could no longer sit still either. His legs tensed, and he leaped out of his chair.
"People of the Dao Sect?!"
Zhang Daoxuan swept his gaze