The road was near the lake, the mist damp and cold, with an eerie silence that swallowed every sound. Even the creak of the donkey cart was absorbed by the fog, as if they were walking in a world without sound.
Suddenly, a rustling noise came, like someone reciting something in a low, hurried voice.
Xuan Yu immediately jumped off the cart and quickly rushed ahead into the thick fog.
Meow~ Meow~
Xuan Yu used her voice to guide Sang Que, who followed by jumping off the cart and handed the reins to Xia Chan.
She took the soul lamp from the cart and drew the Hundred Victory Saber from her back, holding it in her hand as she slowly walked forward.
The thick fog surged and spread to both sides. Sang Que saw Xuan Yu crouching in the roadside grass, gazing toward the lake.
Meow~
Xuan Yu raised a paw and pointed—someone was there.
