The stone house on Lake Heart Island had been standing for over a hundred years, rumored to be the dwelling of the Lake God. Whenever the nearby villagers faced difficulties, they only needed to prepare three types of offerings and toss them into the stone house's pool, and the Lake God would grant their wishes.
Such stories circulated among the villages around the great lake, but in reality, no one had ever truly seen the Lake God—perhaps the divine spirit was merely a beautiful hope.
Clutching the decaying wooden ladder, Han Fei was extremely cautious, paying close attention with every move he made.
The ladder, built at an unknown time, was slippery and covered with light green moss. The parts near the water had already rotted through, and faint, precise bite marks could still be seen.
"Keep quiet, don't disturb him," Guan Miao gestured for silence, hardly daring to breathe too heavily.
