The Blood Lake was calm, so calm that the surface of the ruby-red lake only had a few indiscernable ripples. However, beneath the surface, the body of water was quickly experiencing some disturbance. Nangong Wuyue had shapeshifted into a siren and she swished her tail as she led the expedition to the bottom. Behind her was a large group of little green people, Hao Ren and the rest of her buddies.
"It looks like the bottom hasn't changed." Hao Ren kept his eyes on the lake bottom as they descended quickly. The place appeared the same since the last time they were there. Two months had already past since then, but the search for the Orb of the Holy Synod had yet to expand to the bottom of the lake. "Wuyue, is your magic sphere still there?"
Nangong Wuyue's long tail was swishing back and forth in front of him. She slowed down a little and said, "Yup, it's till there. No one touched it."
