It was like a veil falling into the water, then quickly dissolving like candy.
But once in the water, Zhao Rong realized something was very wrong.
He seemed to have transformed into a substance that was part liquid, part gas, dissolved in the water, light as a feather, with no fixed shape. The color was...
The unforgettable color he had seen that day in one drop of Gui's Heart Lake water.
Xuanqing Glaze Color.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was like a droplet of red ink falling into the water, just a different color.
And his color was so dazzling.
Suddenly, like an epiphany, Zhao Rong sensed that in the abyss below, deep beyond measure, a pair of forest blood eyes the size of wells were secretly watching him.
Like a starving tiger hidden in the jungle, secretly spying on a deer drinking by the water's edge.
Simmering with a desire to pounce...
Yet soon, Zhao Rong realized they could do nothing to him.
