The old woman’s dark eyes sparkled as she stood on Lake of Colors Mountain. She looked at Han Mountain Bell, then at the stone pillars everyone was looking at while crying out in surprise.
By the old woman’s side, Yan Luan was also in a state of disbelief when the same thought that was going through everyone’s head appeared in her mind.
‘Could it be… Is he really not dead?! Why else would the stone pillars not sink?!’
The old woman was silent. She stared at the stone pillars and frowned. This matter threw her into a rare state of bafflement.
Due to the dark clouds, moonlight could not fall completely to the ground. While it may not be so dark that people could not even see their own hands if they stretched them out in front of their eyes, but it was still rather dark, and they could only barely see the Chain of Han Mountain swaying in the wind. The stone pillars continued standing tall underneath the pillars without any signs of sinking.
