The girl squatting behind the green stone platform moved her eyes slightly, and called out loudly, "Brother, throw over the clothes you've taken off; I'll help you wash them."
A while later, the elaborately cloud-patterned robes of the City Lord and a set of white robes were thrown over from a distance.
The girl weighed them briefly and, picking up the garments, ran downstream towards the lake until she was out of sight.
The lake water was cold and chilly, especially during the spring equinox.
Baili An's body temperature was naturally extremely low; hence, he didn't fear the icy water. He took steps into the lake where the water lapped at his knees, and at the shallow part of the lakebed, there wasn't any muddy water or weeds, but rather smooth and polished goose egg stones.
Barefooted on it, it felt very comfortable.
Yet Baili An wasn't in the mood to enjoy, because even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the cold and clear presence not far behind him.
