Wang Shiyang turned around and looked at the man with a vigilant expression. He had never lost the protection of the defensive talisman before, so he kept reminding himself to be careful.
The three of them kept their guard up and started moving towards the lake. It wasn't far from the wall of mist to the lakeside, only about two hundred meters. Lin Yi's spirit sense could cover a three hundred meter radius, so he could see the lakeside quite clearly and didn't find anything unusual.
However, after entering the illusionary fog space, even though so many spirit beasts had died, they had not discovered anything unusual. Therefore, this was not an excuse to relax. The two hundred meters distance took the three cultivators, who were at least at the mysterious Ascension stage, seven to eight minutes to cover.
"Brother Lin, don't you feel that this Lake is very strange?" Wang Shiyang stood by the lake and peeked into the water. He still felt uncomfortable.
