Once he saw that everything was fine, the flood dragon turned around to prepare to lead its underlings back into the lake. But just as he turned, he seemed to recall something and turned back to ask Chen Yang, "By the way, master, do you know much about the deep mountain behind the village?"
Chen Yang was planning to leave, but hearing the flood dragon's question, he paused and turned back to look at him, "I know a bit. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
The flood dragon's gaze remained fixed on the vast mountains.
Although the lake was in a rather secluded spot, compared to the mountains, it wasn't quite central.
"Master, I keep feeling there's a mysterious aura in the mountain, yet I can't precisely sense it," the flood dragon said.
"A mysterious aura?" Chen Yang paused, instinctively turning around to glance at the deep mountain.
But he didn't feel anything different; the deep mountain was still the deep mountain, with nothing unusual.
