The surface of Red Lake was shrouded in mist.
A small boat slowly sailed out of the mist.
In the center of the lake sat a burly figure clad in iron armor.
"If you have something to discuss, you can just send a spiritual message directly..."
Jia Wei opened his eyes and looked at the boat that had reached the center of the lake. He spoke gently, "Why come in person?"
"Lord Holy Judge."
Yao Jin leaned on a bamboo pole and chuckled softly, "I wanted to try... if I could reach the 'heart of the lake' by rowing."
The light aura here was incredibly dense, and the so-called mist was actually formed from primordial essence.
The entire Light City was built around Red Lake.
This attested to the area's immense power and deep blessings.
