Drawn by a mysterious force, Tang Hao's body was pulled into the vast lake. His consciousness gradually blurred, and he finally sank into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a serene and antique courtyard. Rockeries of various shapes and lush greenery surrounded the courtyard, and in the distance, wooden pavilions and corridors loomed faintly under the moonlight.
At the hour of midnight, the bright moon hung high, casting a silvery glow that intertwined with the chirping of insects to form a wonderful nocturnal landscape. Tang Hao stood up and looked around, but neither Su Ziyin nor his martial uncle was anywhere to be seen. An inexplicable sense of bewilderment welled up in his heart.
Chapter 68