Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "Someone must have accidentally wandered in here and fell."
Before the water snake died, it was impossible to swim in this lake.
"Exterminating a scourge for the people," Di Wu Yue said. "Big sister, your good fortune has just increased by a layer."
"Someone's coming," Ying Zijin's ears twitched, and her eyes narrowed slightly, "Let's go first."
Di Wu Yue stepped forward to help her up, and the two of them took another path down.
They had barely left when the team made up of diviners, ancient martial artists, and several ancient medicine practitioners arrived.
Seeing the tragic scene, the leader, an old man, took a sharp breath, "We're too late, he's dead."
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Master Wen, there's someone here!"
The old man immediately looked over.
On the grass, Huan lay there, his lips purplish-blue, his body trembling uncontrollably.
