No wonder the water felt so sticky; it turned out to be a swamp mixed with mud.
A gray mist hovered over the entire swamp.
From time to time, bubbles rose from the swamp's mud, and cobalt blue flames occasionally flickered through the mist.
Especially when immersed in the water, one could feel the coldness penetrating the bones, even piercing through the soul.
Just within inches of falling into it, I could feel a layer of dust covering the heavenly fire inside me, inexplicably dimming it.
The man in the water, clothed in black, was soaking.
Two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his cool, pale chest.
After I shouted "Snake Brother," the man's overwhelming anger melted into tender pity, and he sighed softly, "Sigh, didn't you promise not to enter the Nether Pond?"
