Walking out of the wooden house, Bai Qingqing noticed a lake the size of a golf course. Its color was abnormally green and emitted an ominous deathly vibe.
The place she was at was a small island in the center of a lake. The environment on the island was tranquil. There was also a wisp of smoke at the side, adding a hint of vitality to the place.
The ominous feeling of the lake and the tranquility of the island formed a sharp comparison.
Suddenly, many heads popped up from the water. It wasn't hard to identify them from their perfect appearances that they were all merfolk.
"You brought me to the merfolk tribe?" Bai Qingqing backed off one step and bumped into the little snake behind her. She turned and threw him a glance of disbelief.
"They won't harm you," the little snake said confidently.
