Qu Tan'er wasn't as anxious as the Great Clan Elder expected.
It's not that she didn't care about Mo Liancheng's life, but rather, her trust! This trust is absolute, complete, from the soul, from the heart, total trust. All along, she didn't think that anything in the world could be too difficult for him. This trust is blind, without reason, yet it is precisely this kind of trust that has allowed her to walk hand in hand with him until now.
Suddenly, mist began to rise from the lake.
Very faint, very faint mist! Qu Tan'er noticed it.
The Great Clan Elder also saw it, his eyes widening in horror, "Quickly, stop him, hurry! If you're any slower, it'll be too late!... He, he can't see the changes in the lake now, do you want him to die there?!"
The mist rapidly began to change, surging out from the lake.
A strong sense of crisis arose! It made one's heart tremble.
Qu Tan'er suddenly stood up, "Chengcheng—"
