Yang Qing held a dagger and scraped it back and forth across the rock several times, making the marks on its surface increasingly distinct.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou leaned over to look. Sure enough, just as Yang Qing had said, there were plenty of water stains here.
"If that really is the case, this will be rather troublesome," Jiang Zhizhou said.
Seeing Yang Qing turn to look at him, Jiang Zhizhou continued, "The cloudflower illusion realm changes so unpredictably, without any trace to follow. Even taking precautions will be difficult."
Yang Qing shook his head. "I cannot speak for anything else, but there is some pattern to this underground river's movements. Otherwise, it could not have left those water stains on the rock."
Jiang Zhizhou wholeheartedly agreed with this explanation and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He rushed up to Yang Qing, intending to scoop him up around the waist and leap away.
But he was still a step too late.
The underground riverbed, which had been completely dry without a single drop of water, suddenly erupted with a vast torrent, accompanied by a faint metallic clamor.
At the same time, water began spraying incessantly from the rock walls on either side.
A mass of white mist gathered around Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er like a transparent barrier, keeping all the water of unknown origin outside it.
"Young Master Jiang, this cannot go on." With his back to Jiang Zhizhou, Bu Er pointed overhead. "Up there—this is bad."
Before he finished speaking, something seemed to punch a hole through the ceiling above the three of them, and countless columns of water poured down.
Although the water had yet to break through the mist barrier Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er had erected, as the water level