The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire Black Water Pool red.
Without a breeze, ripples mysteriously appeared on the tranquil water, the undulating waves reflecting light that painted a tapestry of intersecting shadows upon the Black Water Pavilion.
Shen Yuan stood with his hands behind his back on the floating bridge, quietly watching the rippling water.
"Father/Grandfather."
Shen Wenxing and Shen Chongxuan approached, cupping their hands in salute.
As Shen Yuan returned to his senses, he turned and nodded to the two, saying, "Let's speak inside the pavilion."
The two followed him to the first floor of the Black Water Pavilion.
In the corner, Shen Li was still diligently cultivating, with the Big Golden Toad lazily lying beside him, seemingly in deep sleep.
The Silver Thread Centipede appeared to have gone out to forage, nowhere to be seen.
After the three of them sat down, Shen Wenxing cupped his hands and spoke, "News has come from the mountains."
