On the outskirts of the Central Island in Baisui Lake, Hu Qianqian had changed into a set of practical white clothes better suited for movement. She was now leaning contentedly against a bluestone by the water's edge. On a small wooden table beside her sat half a roast chicken and half a pot of yellow wine.
Beneath the lake's surface, over a hundred members of the Water Race swam back and forth, each demon clutching a stone of varying size. Not far off, a large riverboat was dumping crushed rock into the lake's depths.
Hu Qianqian's eyes occasionally swept over the massive project at the bottom of the lake. She planned to build a large island here by landfill. Of course, the island had to be designed around the giant beast's skeleton on the lakebed to make full use of its chilling aura.
