At the top of Lingyun Peak, the ice and snow by the lake began to gradually melt, and the lake emitted wisps of heat. The Spirit Fish swam and darted about, bumping against the lotus stalks, stirring up large ripples.
The lake water warming up was clearly known not only to ducks first, but also to fish.
Especially these large Black Mushroom Fish, whose round bodies now flashed with dense black mushroom patterns, creating quite a noise in the lake, which was indeed pleasing to the eye.
Ye Jingcheng followed the ripples on the lake surface, passing through the Array on the lake, only to find that the clansmen he had left inside were neat and orderly, with not a single person gone, nor anyone idling about in the mountain.
Clearly, they were all waiting for this moment.
But in truth, this moment was the Ye Family's most uncertain battle.
There were too many uncertainties inside.
