Chapter 1290: Feihong, Shi'ang

Time slipped by. Only after the time it took eight sticks of incense to burn did the Emperor who had been flying in front-Ling Yue-finally halt and drift down to the ground. "Deep beneath this lake," he said, aura reined in, face grave. "Hm?" Volt Williams lifted his gaze, one brow ticking up. A lake sprawled before them, a thousand miles across. For some reason, palm-sized, crystal-clear snowflakes drifted over its surface, beautiful to the point of unreality. Yet in the depths of that lake,...