Fangsheng stood firmly upon the surface of the lake, casting his gaze around him as an odd sensation welled up in his heart. Ever since he had arrived here, he had felt an unnatural stillness in the surroundings—so dead quiet compared to before that it made his skin crawl, as if time itself had frozen in place.
Fangsheng widened his eyes, observing everything around him with meticulous care, yet he found no sign of any fish activity, let alone bubbles breathed out by fish upon the water's surface.
The lake water resembled a massive mirror—calm and smooth, moving only with a slow, sluggish glide, devoid of the slightest ripple. This eerie tranquility left Fangsheng clicking his tongue in wonder, convincing him that he had already reached the very heart of the Lake of Tears.
Chapter 352