Swish, swish, swish!
In the shadows of the Hui Jiao palace, a small figure flits about like a ghost, moving silently without so much as disturbing the air.
The illusionist dwarf rummages through everything at an extreme speed.
As he flips through, suddenly, his body goes rigid, and he looks toward a box resting on a black stone platform in the middle of a deep pool.
The box is so conspicuous that it might as well have had the word "trap" written on it.
The illusionist dwarf glances at the deep pool.
The pool, bottomless, deep as ink, is definitely not a sealed body of water.
At this moment, although no wind blows inside the hall, the water on the pool's surface is rippling, streaks of shadowy water seeming like pale arms emerging, beckoning, undulating, dancing.
Countless waves fill the pool's entire surface.
Plumes of chilly mist rise from it.
'It's seawater!'
Li Xuan deeply gazes at the pool through the illusionist dwarf's perspective.
