"The lake water will not destroy the desert, it only nourishes," Yang Qinglan held the Fairy's Ruyi and tapped it lightly towards the lake.
In a burst of clear light, the lake water flowed backward like rain, drop by drop it ascended into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as the yellow sandlike dry powder reemerged on the surface of the Earth.
"But it almost drowned us!" Qing Shui jumped up, crouching like a leopard, with the giant sword resting on her shoulder.
With just a slight twist of her body, she could sweep the giant sword out, and her strength was enough to cut a person clad in armor in two at the waist.
Yang Qinglan looked at her sharp, arrow-like eyes and said calmly, "So you wish to be drowned, along with your family, friends, and tribe?"
Qing Shui clenched the hilt of her giant sword.
