White mist rose from the surface of the lake.
Through the mist, the moon's halo was desolate and cold, making for an exceptionally eerie sight.
The two Fifth Grade masters stopped their pursuit in unison.
Just then, the sound of rushing wind came from behind them as several speedboats shot out from the shore like arrows loosed from a bow.
The two turned to see their own subordinates, several Sixth Grade practitioners, arriving together.
"My lords!"
The speedboats all stopped at once.
Even the Fifth Grade lords hadn't dared to venture into the white mist.
There was no way their subordinates would stick their necks out.
"My lords, there are three sunken ships over there. This subordinate will return and organize a team to begin salvage operations as soon as possible," one of the Sixth Grade men volunteered, eager to take on a task.
The others silently cursed him for being a "sly bastard"!
He sure knew how to pick the easy jobs.
