Zeng Mu picked up a pebble and tossed it into the well. A second later, he heard it hit the water, followed half a second afterward by a hollow echo. From this, he estimated that the well was fifteen meters deep, with roughly five or six meters of water.
It was perfectly normal here for a well abandoned for years to hold that much water. After all, thanks to the terrain around Wheat-Awn Mountain, wells rarely ran dry.
Zeng Mu looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then immediately stripped off his clothes and leaped into the well without hesitation. The splash washed over the moss on its walls.
The well water was icy, but that meant little to him. The problem was that he was not a good swimmer-he could barely swim at all, and diving was even harder. Fortunately, Elemental Power allowed him to stay underwater a little longer. Even so, this was no easy task.
There was no light down there, and the walls were slicker than a glacier. The difficulty of groping around in such conditions was easy to imagine. Worse still, the cramped space at the bottom slowly ate away at a person's mind. Anyone who climbed back out would feel their heart pound with lingering fear. Stay too long, and it felt as though the entire world had closed in around you. By then, getting out would take twice the strength and willpower.
Yet Zeng Mu stayed down there for a full ten minutes before finally climbing out of that damned deep well, all to find this vital piece of evidence.
When he emerged, there was still no one nearby. Ignoring his dripping body, Zeng Mu hurriedly sealed the well again, then grabbed his clothes and ran into the nearby woods. He