Besides, the voice was coming from the center of the pond...
And there wasn't a soul in sight!
The white mist slowly parted, as if pushed aside by an unseen hand.
A figure stood silently upon the surface of the water. He was tall and slender, his black robes stirring without a breeze, the corners of his clothes lifting gently.
His feet were clearly hovering over the water, yet he didn't sink. Not even a single ripple spread across the surface.
Wait...
Is he walking on water?
Holy shit!
A Qinggong master!
Xi Lan's pupils constricted, and her heart skipped a beat. This person had descended from the sky, his robes fluttering as he walked on water. His movements were clean and decisive, just like a legendary Martial Arts Hero.
She instinctively held her breath, her fingers tightening around the long whip at her waist.
But in the next second, the master's body suddenly tilted. His foot slipped, and he wobbled like a fish out of water.
