Baisui Lake.
Construction on the Central Island was still underway. The disciples practicing outside the main hall were working exceptionally hard, and on the shore, Hu Qianqian was no longer in her usual lazy and idle state.
In the distance, the sky above the lake's surface rippled with azure waves, as if the water from the lake had been poured upside down into the heavens.
This was Yu Lian, inspecting the merchandise…
As time passed, more and more lake water poured into the sky, completely covering the area above the center of the lake. The nearby disciples had long since stopped their practice. They stared at the inverted lake in the sky, an inexplicable fear rising in their hearts.
Wang Ping stood on the Central Island's only dock. Beside him was a Qi Cultivator from the Daoist Scripture Hall, who was vividly extolling the virtues of the magical artifact Yu Lian was testing, attempting to make a sale.
