Uncle Tang cast a nonchalant glance at Fang Zhixing, who walked away alone, and did not stop him.
After all, Fang Zhixing was just a Guest Elder, who enjoyed a great deal of freedom, and it was inappropriate to constrain him arbitrarily.
A Guest Elder, after all, was not truly one of their own!
Of course, if something happened to Fang Zhixing, they would save him if they could, but if not, it was no big deal; they could simply use him to probe the way ahead.
Thus, Uncle Tang stopped paying attention and happily began to fiddle with the water bottle he took out.
A moment later...
Fang Zhixing went through the corridors, turning back to where he came from.
Once again he opened his bloody third eye, casting his gaze toward the lake.
This time, the scenery in his eyes changed drastically, becoming a completely different picture.
Dark fog rolled without end, covering the sky and obscuring the sun.
Strange as it was, the lake had disappeared without a trace.
"Gone?"
