Zhu Gaoyang fell into the water.
The massive liquid parted and enclosed him, swallowing him up all at once. The chaotic, submerged light felt like the mouth of a giant frog.
But in the next moment, that spear broke through everything once more, pressing straight down from above.
Water is immensely heavy. People often forget this, due to its softness, its compliance, and its eternal embrace of everything. But Zhu Gaoyang was very familiar with this feeling.
He grew up by the rivers and lakes, learned his skills in Dongting, and as a youth, he was like a naked, slender little Jiao in the rippling waves. Lying atop the crashing waves, with just a sword and a pair of pants, he could stay by the water's edge all day.
