"Sir, what should we do now?" Zha Muzhen asked.
"Heh heh!" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a mysterious smile.
With a thought, he controlled the Xuantian Jiao Sword in his hand to shrink, and in just a moment, the Xuantian Jiao Sword had reduced to the size of an embroidery needle, about three feet long.
Holding the shrunken Xuantian Jiao Sword, Zhang Xiaohao gently inserted it into the wall.
Cha!
A faint sound was heard, and the wall was silently pierced by the Xuantian Jiao Sword, revealing a small opening in front of Zhang Xiaohao and Zha Muzhen.
Retracting the Xuantian Jiao Sword, Zhang Xiaohao waited quietly for the lake water to flow over, but an awkward situation arose for him.
The opening was there, yet not a single drop of river water flowed out.
"Hmm? Why isn't the lake water coming over?" Zhang Xiaohao looked puzzled.
"Sir, maybe the opening you pierced is too small. How about making it a bit bigger and trying again?" Zha Muzhen suggested thoughtfully.
