“Ling’er.” Tianming slowly descended, reaching a height no one else had dared to other than Feiling. His face was practically pasted against the water’s surface, and his robes had already dipped inside.

The lake’s surface was like a mirror. The face it showed was Tianming’s own, a face with black and gold pupils, a maturing appearance, a profound gaze, and unconcealable longing. His hands touched the lake, feeling the water’s coolness. His nose also touched the water, making droplets travel along its bridge that made him look like he was crying.

“Don’t go in!” Xiaoxiao’s anxious voice was growing tinier.

Kunlan Realm’s water had already...