Time ticked away, and Fangsheng stood in the center of the lake like a statue, waiting in silence.
Over ten minutes had passed, yet the Magical Beast remained motionless. Fangsheng pondered silently, the faint sense of crisis in his heart refusing to fade. It was as if his intuition as a Nameless was sounding a continuous alarm, warning him that the danger had not yet passed. Consequently, he gripped his weapon tightly, not daring to show the slightest lapse in vigilance.
Deep underwater, the Magical Beast displayed extraordinary patience. It gazed at Fangsheng’s figure on the lake’s surface, its hunting instincts—etched deep into its marrow—clearly telling it that this dark-clad fellow remained in a state of high alert. Such tension could not last forever; it simply needed to wait for the moment the man lowered his guard.
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