Yu Xiaogui squinted into the distance, where the dark blue lake reflected the cloudless sky. Not far away, the perpetual lightning and thunder over Lake Zhongzhou intermittently illuminated a large swath of the lake, and a white speck gently appeared within sight.
As the figure drew closer, Yu Xiaogui could finally make out that it was a man in white, holding a sword, walking on air. Beneath his feet, the lake water surged and roared, transforming into serpentine sea beasts of various shapes, crowding around him as he approached slowly.
"Father! Father!"
Yu Mugao called out several times, but saw Yu Xiaogui staring motionless at the horizon with a grim expression. He clenched his sleeves tightly, his lips pressed firmly together, uttering not a word.
A heavy sense of foreboding suddenly gnawed at Yu Mugao's heart, and he hurriedly looked in the direction of his father's gaze, but he saw nothing.
"Father!"
