As Jun Wangchen followed Huang Junhao into Yanhua Xueyue Manor, the scenery along the way left him rather astonished.
The manor's layout could broadly be divided into two areas: the halls and the scenic grounds. The scenic grounds were further divided into a lake area, a plain, and a mountainous area.
The halls had a distinctive architectural style. Rather than looking lavish, they resembled ordinary homes, with blue bricks, plain tiles, and simple, elegant interiors. There was no decorative paintwork, and the wood retained its natural color, giving everything a particularly fresh, rustic, graceful, and tranquil air.
Five minutes later, Jun Wangchen and the others reached the manor's lake area—Weiming Lake.
At first glance, Weiming Lake looked like a vast, misty sea. Under the light, countless stars seemed to rest on its surface, giving off an ever-changing radiance.
From the shore of Weiming Lake, one could admire the lake and reflected pagoda to the east, the bell pavilion against the sunset to the west, the wooded hills to the south, and the silhouettes of tiered buildings to the north. Poetic beauty filled every view.
Yet Jun Wangchen noticed that although Weiming Lake appeared calm, an inexplicable, chilling wind swept across it, and the yin energy was exceptionally dense.
"Mr. Wang, Young Master Huang, be careful. The yin energy here is thick. Someone has clearly tampered with this place," Master Luo warned, his brows knitting as he surveyed the lakeshore.
It was summer, when yang energy should have been at its strongest. Yet a faint, almost imperceptible aura of yin sha drifted over the surface of Weiming Lake. Clearly, Wang Baiwan's enemy had set a trap here well in advance.
"Hahaha! With Master Luo here, there's nothing to worry about." Wang Baiwan looked perfectly relaxed, without the slightest trace of fear.