By the lakeside.

Mentor Chi Chan was demurely sitting by, her slender back and curvaceous body for none to see. Her jade-like fingers were fiddling with a teacup as her beautiful eyes continued to focus upon the unmoving golden lotus before her. By the looks of things, twenty days had already passed. 

Only one of the three golden petals remained, and it continued to emanate radiant light.

Meanwhile, Li Luo was still sitting atop the lotus cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut. His complexion was pale and his body was trembling, an expression of terror scrawled over his face.

Clearly, he was still locked in a stubborn stalemate with the concept within the Underworld River's Black Dragon Banner.

Such a terrifying concept was not easily endured.

Mentor Chi Chan understood Li Luo's personality. He was a tenacious one, molded...