Fang Hao was like a lump of rock, shrinking behind that large boulder, not daring to breathe a single heavy breath, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at the small black boat slowly swaying on the lake surface.
The three people from Xuan Shui Pavilion clearly weren't easy to deal with. Two men at the Early Golden Core Stage; one had a square face and eyes like a hawk, scanning back and forth, while the other was tall and thin, holding a compass-like object, looking down at it from time to time. The remaining one was a woman at the Great Perfection Foundation Establishment stage; she looked quite pretty, but her eyes were also very crafty, and she held several Talismans in her hand, looking ready to strike at any moment.
