June 10th, five days had passed.
The Demon Figure Sect, God's Tear Lake.
Golden sunlight, like huge dragons peering from the clouds, exhaled and poured out a cascade of brilliant rays. Lake ripples stirred, causing a shimmering dance of light. A cool breeze skimmed the lake surface, sweeping over it in an instant, pausing ever so slightly in front of a wooden boat as if blocked by a barrier.
Splash, the boat swayed, sending ripples spreading on both sides.
A figure in a black cloak sat silently cross-legged, utterly motionless. When breathing, his chest seemed not to rise or fall, completely undisturbed, appearing like a cold, rigid sculpture.
As time moved on, the sun gradually changed its course, rising swiftly from the horizon. Naturally, the shadows of all objects rotated and shifted.
The wooden boat remained in place.
