Lei Jun had been pondering his own affairs when he suddenly noticed something odd about the current.
Relying on the second function of his Water-Averting Golden Pupil, he observed the outside world through the floodwaters.
He saw someone traversing the mountains and waters in the west of Qingxiao Lake.
The raging floodwaters threatened little in front of this person.
The newcomer wore Confucian clothes, outwardly looking like a scholar in his thirties or forties; his robe fluttered in the wind, his face was thin and solemn, but his eyes were sharp.
Lei Jun did not recognize this man, but he knew the young lord following behind him.
The Jingxiang Fang Clan, Fang Mingyuan.
The youth was flanked by several servants, who were guarding a disheveled middle-aged Taoist—none other than Qin Tao, who had been fleeing earlier.
"Wasn't Luo Haoran supposed to be here?" Fang Mingyuan frowned.
