Not to mention the six retired human emperors who followed behind, they descended into the lake with Li Changshou.
Four hours later,
The Little Qiong Peak of the Grand White Palace.
Under the willow tree by the lake, Ling'e sat cross-legged in the misty fog. Her slender fingers played the zither strings, producing a pleasant but not obvious melody.
Ling Feng brushed his face and did not increase his worries.
Ling'e looked up at the Pill Chamber. It was as if she could see through the layers of array formations and her senior brother's meditating figure.
Where did he hide it again?
Ling'e's slender fingers left the zither strings. She raised her hand to pinch her chin and pondered for a while. Then, she picked up the stone slab and engraved a melody. She stared at the lake for a while.
Why did Senior Brother use the paper effigy outside again?
