But Beichuan Si wasn't interested in those.
He raised his hand again, and a pitch-black stick of death qi materialized.
Beichuan Si thrust the stick into the water.
Under his observation, a violent chemical reaction occurred on the water's surface.
Strands of resentment spiraled into the air.
"Just as I thought," Beichuan Si dissipated the long stick and slowly began, "This pool seems to be composed of resentment."
What would become of an ordinary person who fell into this kind of water?
Strictly speaking, they'd probably be drained of their vitality on the spot and die from the exhaustion of their energy in the water.
"Beichuan... Mr. Beichuan... did you know about this all along?" Tanaka Takashi asked, his face turning pale after hearing Beichuan Si's explanation.
He had no idea that such a secret lay beneath the small pond he had waded through. Now, recalling the carefree manner in which he had crossed, he broke out in a cold sweat.
