Mu Qianyue quickly grabbed him, "This waterhole seems strange, don't rush down yet."
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Tianshuo's eyes, and he stopped in his tracks. He had been too impulsive earlier, rushing in without a second thought. Now, he calmed down.
Mu Qianyue walked to the edge of the waterhole, crouched down, and reached out her hand, lightly brushing the surface like a dragonfly skimming water. Instantly, a bone-chilling cold surged up, enveloping her, making her shudder involuntarily.
So cold! So painful!
Never had she encountered such cold water, not even the snow on Beichuan was this cold!
The piercing pain seemed to penetrate into her soul. Mu Qianyue swiftly withdrew her hand, her face pale; this was the result of not even dipping her hand into the waterhole! She couldn't imagine how her hand would fare if submerged.
