Liang Residence's garden, within the pond.
Old Cherdak lay at the bottom, with Liang Qu sitting cross-legged atop the dark giant shell, his thoughts stirring.
Tendril-like streams of water coiled and picked up a pebble from the bottom, which then sank and floated into his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, the tendril-like water stream sprung out fiercely, hurling the pebble into the air.
The stone carved a white streak through the air, striking the stone wall and bouncing back into the water, its force quite impressive.
With a sweep of his hand, the water stream stretched out again, whipping the stone, curling short and mustering all of its strength, lashing the stone out like a swung whip.
Under the tremendous force, the entire pebble broke through the water surface and rapidly disappeared into the horizon.
Yet, Liang Qu could feel that, in the latter third of the stone's trajectory, it had pierced through the tendril, its continued flight relying wholly on momentum.
