Zhang Xiaohua had thought it was merely a lake. With a sweep of his divine sense, would it not all be gathered beneath his "eyes"? Yet reality played a huge joke on him. Mochou Lake had indeed been scanned to its bottom in an instant, with nothing unusual at all. But the Frowning Tower, with its story behind it, plunged deep into the earth—and there truly were fluctuations of vital energy at its base!
A thought stirred in Zhang Xiaohua's heart. Could this story be true? Was Mo Chou Nu really trapped beneath it?
Seeing the surprise on Zhang Xiaohua's face, Nie Qianyu asked, "Brother Ren, is there something strange? Did I tell it wrong? Do you have another version where you come from?"
Zhang Xiaohua withdrew his divine sense and smiled. "Not at all, Little Fish. I'd never heard this story before. Hearing it now, I feel quite saddened. Seven or eight things out of ten in this world go against one's wishes. Mo Chou Nu and Ye Feng were so carefree and happy, with love between them. Why did that Venerable Monk Xuankong have to stick his foot in? Why do something so filthy as beating apart a pair of mandarin ducks?"
Nie Qianyu nodded again and again.
Zhang Xiaohua continued, "If that old monk had taken Mo Chou Nu for himself, I could understand it. 'A fair lady is sought by a gentleman.' If even an old monk's mortal heart was stirred, that only showed how great Mo Chou Nu's charm was. But converting Ye Feng into a monk—doing something that benefited others but not himself—that I simply can't understand. Beat me to death, and I still wouldn't do it."
From behind him came two loud bangs. Both Nie Qianyu and Xiao Juzi had struck their heads