The tremble on Ye Suyin's skin felt like a hundred tiny ants crawling over her. The whisper echoed in her mind, sending chills down her spine.
"Who is it?" She spoke, her voice shaky and barely audible.
But the whisper continued relentlessly, almost beckoning her with its eerie tone.
"Come where?" Ye Suyin inquired, her heart beating frantically in her chest.
Despite her fear, she found the courage to walk in the direction of the voice.
Each step felt like she was walking on thin ice, ready to shatter at any moment.
As she traced the river to its source, the light from the lake grew brighter, illuminating the path before her.
The water shimmered and danced with the light's reflection, creating a magical aura.
Ye Suyin continued onward until a sharp pain shot through her foot, causing her to yelp.
She had stepped on a jagged rock, blood oozing out from the wound.
