Yang Jian stood motionless on the lake's surface. The cold, gloomy water did not swallow him; instead, it was as solid as the ground beneath his feet, allowing him to walk freely.
But that only applied to him.
A Hong and Cao Yang, whom he had pulled out of the lake, still could not stand on it. The moment Yang Jian let go, both of them would sink back into the water. This was an inherent supernatural property, one that even he could not change despite having controlled Ghost Lake.
Cough, cough!
A Hong coughed violently, then kept vomiting, expelling the icy lake water from her stomach.
"I never expected the person who pulled me out of the lake would be you, Yang Jian." Now that he was free from the lake's influence, Cao Yang immediately regained his mobility and consciousness.
But he had always been conscious. Inside Ghost Lake, he had simply been powerless, able only to watch as he remained submerged for so long.
Fortunately, it had not been too long. Otherwise, even Cao Yang doubted whether he could have held on.
"Save your thanks for later. Something else has happened. Liu San seems to have been taken out. I just saw him sink into Ghost Lake." Yang Jian's expression remained blank as his Ghost Eye stared at the black boat in the distance.
The four people on the boat were naturally all within his sight.
He studied them briefly.
The one-eyed old man at the front should have been the mysterious person Liu San had mentioned, the one guarding the ancestral hall. Liu San had described the man's features before. As for the faceless man, Yang Jian had encountered him once on Ghost Street and even exchanged a few words with him. But Yang Jian did not