This lake was truly small, merely forty to fifty feet in circumference, with pink-hued water covered in petals, yet one could still make out a spinning Gate of Light at the bottom of the lake.
"This is probably the exit for leaving, right?" Zhou Heng stopped at the lake's edge.
Black Donkey sniffed a few times and said, "It must be that old ghost's doing!"
"What old ghost? Three Yang Heavenly Venerate?" Zhou Heng asked. He suddenly remembered that this wretched donkey had lived through the era of the Great Eternal Emperor and surely knew many secrets of those days—he actually had a living history book at his side and hadn't thought to ask!
"Of course, it's that old reprobate!" Black Donkey curled its lips in disdain, "That old ghost has no respect for his age, always wearing a peach blossom dress and acting like a sissy — a complete freak!"
