Yun chujiu slept until sunset. She stretched and stood up.
Elder tuo saw that she had woken up and said with a serious expression, “Little Jiu, I’m afraid we’re in Big Trouble.”
Yun Chujiu was stunned. Elder Tuo had always been quiet and calm. What exactly happened?
“Elder Tuo, what’s Wrong?”
Elder tuo pointed at the water and said, “I found that the water level is getting lower and lower.”
Elder Tuo did not continue, but Yun chujiu understood what he meant.
There were two kinds of swamps in the Chongxiao continent. One was a swamp, the top was fresh water, and the bottom was mud.
The other was a swamp. It was all mud with only a few small puddles.
Now that the water level was getting lower and lower, the depths of this ten-thousand-year-old swamp was most likely a swamp.
