Since Ye Qing decided to go into the water personally, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong wasn't worried anymore, and even ran ahead to lead the way, taking Ye Qing and the others to the vicinity of the mountain spring.
They called it a mountain spring, but it looked more like a gigantic pond. Occupying an area the size of a football field, there was a small waterfall above it, with water continuously pouring down from who knows where. And the pond had no outlet to drain the water; the source of the waterfall kept flowing down tirelessly. Perhaps it's all seeping into an underground spring.
"Damn, this is a mountain spring?" Handsome Fatty Wang looked at this massive pond, stunned: "You could almost call this a lake!"
"Fat Wang, you're exaggerating. It's such a small thing, how could you call it a lake!" Nine-Fingers Wu Yong said.
"Come on, there aren't mountain springs this big!" Fat Wang said.
