Xiao Hua sat on the flying boat in a daze. He truly could not understand—in the high sky, what difference could there be between going from this direction or that one? And in such an unfamiliar place, they could still come and go as freely as they pleased???
Yet it really was as Fairy Hongxia had said. Along the way, they encountered far fewer soul cultivators!
This situation left Xiao Hua utterly speechless. He had wanted to ask, but seeing Jiu Xia's knowing smile, well, better to hide one's merits and fame deeply. He would not ask, all right?
Liuyun Lake was not truly a lake, but an enormous deep pit. There seemed to be other mysteries within it. Great quantities of thin mist seeped out from the bottom and walls of the pit, shrouding the entire abyss. The mist also rose from within the pit and drifted slowly through the air, truly like thin clouds. Thus, it was named Liuyun Lake.
Xiao Hua and the others arrived at Liuyun Lake at night. The weather was somewhat overcast. Whether because of dark clouds or because the time had not yet come, no stars could be seen in the sky. All things lay desolate and still; only the occasional bonfires in the distance below cast out a few threads of light.
The group sat aboard the flying boat, watching the thin mist dance like countless graceful beauties, their feathered robes faint and ethereal. After enjoying the sight for a moment, they urged the flying boat onward through the night, flying toward the faint mountain range in the distance beyond Liuyun Lake...
"Eh? People??" Xiao Hua stared at the distant mountain range, which resembled a crouching beast, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. Then he suddenly whipped his head around