One could catch fish in a lake because there were fish inside, but there were no swords in a lake.
And besides, Chen Changsheng had not caught a sword—he had just taken it out.
This was a simpler action that indicated that he knew there was a sword there.
Like he was performing a magic trick, he took a sword out of the lake.
And then he thrust it at Shang Xingzhou.
Water spilled off the sword while a sword glow rose from it, revealing the sword with dazzling clarity.
The lake shore became bright, the splashing water like trees of silver or stars in the night sky.
Ten-some points of starlight brightened as a figure blurred, following the orbits of the stars in the night sky.
Shang Xingzhou retreated along the stars, instantly appearing ten-some zhang away.
_Squelch._
A tear appeared on his collar.
Blood seeped out, a petal of an inky plum blossom on his blue Daoist robe.
"Master, just concede."
Chen Changsheng said to Shang Xingzhou.
