The crescent moon curved like an eyebrow, while the stars sparkled like dreamy eyes.
The night scenery around Linghu Lake was breathtakingly beautiful.
The gentle breeze felt like a lover's caress, whispering across one's skin, evoking a sense of indescribable comfort and ease.
By this time of night, most of the treasure-seeking warriors by the lake had returned to the shore, sitting cross-legged to meditate and rejuvenate, preparing themselves to dive into the lake again tomorrow.
A small handful of unrelenting warriors, however, still surged in and out of the lake's waters, hoping to get a step ahead of others and uncover the legendary Martial Artist Relics.
Wu De and Li Chenzhou, concerned about Xia Chenyu's safety, had also returned to the shore for now as the sky grew darker.
"Brother Li, Taoist Priest Wu, it's so late already, and Fang Bai hasn't come back yet. I'm starting to get worried!"
