Nan Wang looked over at the lakeside.
The drunkenness in her eyes had disappeared instantly as Nan Wang made a turn. A wild and fresh aura exuded from her body; more importantly, her bearing appeared exceedingly awe-inspiring. She had changed back to a demeanor suitable for the peak master of Qingrong.
The small boat moved forward against the waves without the paddling of oars, creating countless sprays in its wake. Soon, it arrived at the lakeside.
Kneeling on the ground, the doctor held a file over his head while staring at the ground, not daring to raise his head.
Nan Wang reached out her hand and grabbed the file in the air. After skimming it, she said to Jing Jiu, "We still need to go to Deer Mountain."
A great many sword strings were produced on the surface of the lake, forming a net-like formation.
Nan Wang leapt in the air and stepped onto the top of the net with her bare feet, flying toward the sky with a whooshing sound.