Standing on the ice layer on the Nissia Lake, the silver-haired young girl was blinking her green eyes as she quietly looked through the ice in an attempt to observe the bottom of the lake.
Under that translucent layer of ice, the ice lake looked crystal clear and deep, quiet and peaceful. Up in the sky, a gleam of sunlight was seen escaping through the clouds, which looked like a radiating sword plunging the surface of the ice layer on top of the freezing water. Among all that, there was also the reflection of colorful lights gleaming around the scene.
Nostradamus and the other dwarves that Moreila brought along were also observing the situation below the layer of ice. However, their sights were different from Ying's. The dwarves had a doubtful and confused look on their faces.
Why haven't they come up yet?
That was what everyone was thinking. Could it be that they had encountered some problems down there?
