Qin Qing was not curious about the lives of these two young brothers.
There were too many stories in this world, and it was impossible for Qin Qing to pay attention to everyone.
However, the reason he followed the two was because he always felt that there was some kind of connection between them and himself.
Otherwise, he could not have that very familiar feeling...
Quietly following the two, not long after, they arrived at the lake he had passed by earlier.
It was rare to see a lake on the grasslands.
But this lake did indeed exist here.
And the water was extremely clear.
The night water, reflecting the starlight, fluttered with the breeze. The scattered stars seemed to decorate the lake like jewels, which was quite beautiful.
"Xiao Jiang, keep watch for me. I'm going down now..." the older of the two young boys said to his younger brother.
"Okay!" The younger brother nodded obediently.
