Prelude to Psychological Warfare

Haitang gave a seemingly pained sigh and sank once more to the bottom of the lake, trying to put out the blazing fire inside her. Her body writhed and calmed, roving from place to place. Looking at her from the surface of the lake, she looked like a beautiful and incessantly moving white fish. In the distance, fish followed behind her, carefully swimming up beside her naked body.

Some time later, white froth churned on the lake surface, and Haitang burst forth, swimming to the lakeside. A cool breeze swept past her. She put on her simple clothes.

She was not a particularly pretty girl, but there was a faint sense of rural character to her appearance that was quite endearing. Her eyes were unusually bright and clear, contrasting with the white birds and sandy islets of the lake. At that moment, they were filled with a hint of fury.

"Fan Xian, I will kill you!"

Clearly, her attempts to dispel the poison had failed.