The night was ink-dark.
Under the intensely dark sky, Wulan Lake resembled a gigantic diamond embedded underground, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
Within this diamond, Bagua City was the most eye-catching source of light.
"Where is Ning?"
On the edge of the island, Su Meng, seeing Pang Jian come alone out of the darkness, quickly looked behind him.
But she did not see the familiar silhouette she knew.
Su Meng had never experienced a night so thick with darkness and did not know if something terrifying might be lurking within it, which made her secretly worry for her "Ning."
"It was too dark on the mountain, and she fell on the way."
Pang Jian answered indifferently, his gaze falling on the head of the Mysterious Turtle, etched out by deep green light and strange alien power.
Zhou Qingchen was startled, "Didn't you help her up?"
"She has hands and feet, why should I help her?" Pang Jian asked, puzzled.
"Uh..."
Zhou Qingchen was at a loss for words.
