On the shore of a azure lake.
Zhang Jing sits cross-legged, eyes fixed intently on the quiet surface of the lake, a hint of confusion flashing in his gaze.
The lake is not big, only measuring a few hundred feet in circumference.
He had spent a brief time thoroughly examining the entire lake.
Whether it was the shore, the bottom of the lake, or even the water.
The unfortunate thing is.
Zhang Jing didn't find anything unusual.
Only the peculiar pulses from Dharma Seeds within his heart's eye, reminding him constantly that things here weren't as simple as they seemed.
"Could it be that the thing triggering the Dharma Seeds is the lake itself, and not something within it?" Zhang Jing speculated quietly.
As of now, this seems to be the only explanation.
But could a lake have such —
Zhang Jing's gaze flickered uncertainly.
He couldn't help but recall Lord Ying's words, words that he wanted to say but couldn't, alas, he had no choice but to convey it to me.
