The black stone emanated an inexplicable light and heat, a kind of light that brought inner peace, a kind of warmth that soothed the heart.
Zhou Yan, holding that stone, immediately felt its distinctiveness.
Especially at this moment, when facing the evil and bizarre black water, the stone seemed to exude immense energy.
Zhou Yan felt his soul tremble again as if he had suddenly met a dear friend, a close relative, or a beloved lover.
It was a very strange and sudden feeling.
However, looking at the pitch-dark and turbulent black water ahead, Zhou Yan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and then slowly moved away from the river.
He was not afraid, but when he saw Zhou Lingyi's favorite spiritual robe floating lonely on the water's surface, a tinge of sadness and solitude arose in his heart.
A kind of indescribable sorrow filled Zhou Yan's heart.
