Luo Shui Lake.
In the distance, the sky was turning fish-belly white.
A thin mist floated over the surface of the river.
A black and white rainbow streaked across the river, silently disappearing into the lake.
Jiang Ning's spiritual form shuttled through the cold lake water, with the fish, water plants, hidden currents, and reefs all vividly clear in his mind.
As his thoughts spread like a net, covering a vast area of water, pieces of Taiyin stones scattered at the bottom of the lake were precisely gathered by him.
A flash of black light fell into the embrace of his spiritual form.
In just a moment, no more time than it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The vast Luo Shui Lake, spanning several counties, was thoroughly scoured by him.
A total of thirty-seven pieces of Taiyin stones, wrapped within his spiritual form.
