Buhe and Zhabu both went into the water, while Bater directed the salvage from the bank. The calm, clear ripples were shattered, and the sound of murky water lapping echoed in the west wind. Yuwen Junan sat in the chair that Zhang Xiaohu had brought over, watching as the drenched guards dragged heavy wooden crates onto the shore. Fallen autumn leaves drifted down, landing at his feet and staining the peridot-paved path with a sense of sorrow. Wang Rui stood behind Yuwen Junan’s chair, watching the shadows of the day inch forward bit by bit.
From the moment the first crate was dragged ashore, Bater’s eyes held a hint of provocation whenever he looked at Jiang Hai. But after the sixth crate was hauled up, Buhe dove back into the lake.
"Zhabu!" Bater shouted, stopping Zhabu just as he was about to jump into the water. He furrowed his brows and demanded, "The treasure has already been recovered; what are you still going down there for?"
Chapter 223