Was this the effect of Professor Dumbledore's preaching?
The moment this thought surfaced in Tu Shan Chu Jiu's heart, she immediately shook her head and rejected it herself. Though she was far away, she could still clearly see the expressions of the fishmen sprawled along the edge of the Black Lake: devout and solemn, immersed in the voice of a Legend preaching, completely unaware of the changes in the Black Lake.
She looked up at the old beech tree behind her.
The Tree had neither grown nor shrunk, neither flowered nor borne fruit. The squirrel holding a chestnut was still sitting dazed on its branch, listening raptly to the voice of the Dao drifting from the distant castle.
There was another reason Tu Shan Chu Jiu was certain of her judgment—the sound of Professor Dumbledore's preaching was becoming drawn-out and distant along with the expanding Black Lake, as though it came from another world. At the same time, the Shore Flowers falling from the void seemed frozen in midair, trembling as they took a long time to descend even a single centimeter. This mismatch, this disharmony between the "voice of the Dao" and the "world," meant that the changes in the Black Lake had been caused by another Legend.
Tu Shan Chu Jiu raised her hand and plucked a heavenly flower.
The moment the translucent flower was in hand, its petals swiftly became dyed a blazing red, like a burning flame. It slowly seeped into the witch's skin through her fingertips, and casting techniques related to the Primordial Spirit Protection Charm suddenly sprang into her mind like roasted beans popping and crackling, leaving her unable to take them all in.
The witch struggled to gather these thoughts.
She focused her attention on the Black Lake before her.
"—Is another Legendary