Chen Kuang looked at the lake shrouded in dense mist, muttering to himself:
"In this ghostly High Martial World, how dare a county governor casually use the sacrifice to the Dragon King as an excuse, especially since there has already been a sacrificial event at Dongting Lake before."
"Nowadays, the fishermen by Dongting Lake still pray to the Dragon King before casting their nets, which shows how deeply ingrained their belief is."
"Whether the Dragon King has left or not, how can he, a mere mortal, be certain?"
"Isn't the governor afraid that sacrificing people indiscriminately would anger the Dragon King and invite punishment?"
"Unless..."
"He truly received instructions from the Dragon King in a dream revelation."
Chen Kuang raised the head in his hand, as another consciousness gradually cleared the picture from the illusion in his mind, he squinted at the tumultuous lake surface.
