Wu Qingfeng was also completely focused, carefully observing every movement at the bottom of the lake.
All surrounding sounds seemed to cease at this moment.
The Golden Small Sword and the other little ones remained on full alert, preventing anyone from appearing and disturbing the pair.
...
Beneath the lake, the fish and other aquatic life once again began to swim in their established patterns.
Song Wanning's brow was tightly furrowed. She had already observed more than ten cycles; she remembered the identical, repetitive movements and routes with perfect clarity.
She instinctively felt a strange rhythm within it all, but no matter how she tried to comprehend it, she was left completely clueless.
Observing once more, she tried to simulate their movements in her Sea of Consciousness.
After several hours, she still had nothing to show for it.
'This shouldn't be happening...'
Song Wanning's expression soured, her face full of doubt and confusion.
