Just as Ye Qingcheng was filling Wang Xiaoqiang's mind with knowledge about the Heavenly Pool, Wang Xiaoqiang was flying with her when suddenly Ye Great Beauty cried out, "We're here, we're here... Eh? There are cultivators above the Heavenly Pool?"
"What? There are cultivators?" Wang Xiaoqiang withdrew his hands from Ye Qingcheng's delicate body, slightly rose, and looked down at the Heavenly Pool from the Spirit Spring Flying Boat.
In the early autumn, the season when the Heavenly Pool was at its most beautiful, the water was the bluest and most turquoise. People often said the Heavenly Pool was like a piece of exquisite jade embedded at the top of a snowy mountain, and this was indeed true, especially when seen from above on the Spirit Spring Flying Boat.
Aside from the Heavenly Pool, the area was empty except for three men who were incredibly standing on the water's surface, seemingly doing something?
