Looking in the direction of the sound, Su Yao saw a lake not far ahead. The surface of the lake surged in the wind and rain, and strangely, the lake water actually glowed with a faint blue light. What frightened her even more was that a dilapidated temple stood beside the lake. The copper bells on the eaves swayed crazily in the wind, making tinkling sounds, but they could not cover up the increasingly sad cries.
