President Gu and the others first saved Ding Wenrou, then looked at the surface of the lake.
At this time, it was already dawn, and the Thunder lasted for a whole night.
Although they still had a trace of hope in their hearts, they felt that Yan Qingcheng was most likely dead.
On the surface of the lake, there was only a gentle breeze that stirred up the sparkling waves. There was no movement at all.
Director Zhao’s eyes were red as he said, “I’ll go down and take a look. If I live, I want to see the person. If I die, I want to see the corpse.”
Director Sun stopped him and said, “You have the gold spirit root, and I have the water spirit root. It’s better for me to go down and take a look!”
Just as the two of them were arguing, director Ren pointed to the distance and said, “Look! The one lying on the back of that sawtooth lake dolphin seems to be martial uncle Yan!”