Logically, the lake water should have been bone-chillingly cold.
But when Yang An entered the lake, he felt no cold at all.
On the contrary, there was a strange heat, like the transition from spring to summer, a silent, gradual rise in temperature.
The deeper he went, into the profound darkness, the higher the temperature became.
This warmth seemed to make one's consciousness gradually drift away, like a frog in slowly boiling water, helpless to do anything about it.
But in the darkness below, Yang An discovered a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of light, as well as a very familiar aura.
It was the aura of the Bow Lady.
She was like a treasure sunk at the bottom of the lake, quietly waiting for someone to come down and uncover it.
Yang An picked up speed, sinking rapidly through the water, and the temperature he felt grew higher and higher.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he was getting closer and closer to the Bow Lady's aura... closer and closer...
