"Blackwater Lake?"
Luo Feng looked ahead as far as he could, and even from more than ten miles away, he could see the outline of Blackwater Lake.
The vast lake stretched as far as the eye could see, blending with the sky, and anyone unaware might mistake it for an ocean.
Aside from the vastness of its waters and their pitch-black color, there seemed nothing particularly unusual about it.
"Why take a detour?"
Upon noticing Lin Hongyi's slightly serious expression, Luo Feng asked.
He had just observed that some Golden Palace disciples leaving Mount Heimang instinctively chose to bypass the Blackwater Lake, avoiding getting close.
Lin Hongyi turned back and said, "You should know how the Misty Swamp was formed, right?"
"I know."
