In the middle of the large lake, Mr. Wang continued to float on the water's surface, with the three flowers above his head slowly rotating, seemingly real and illusory. Suddenly, the three flowers stopped spinning, and like a gentle breeze stirring, the petals lightly trembled, then shattered like bubbles, leaving only specks of light in the air.
The shattering of the three flowers seemed to have dealt a significant blow to Mr. Wang's psyche, causing him to lose control of his True Qi. The withered wood beneath his feet made a "whoosh" sound as it began to sink rapidly into the water, leaving half submerged in the blink of an eye. Mr. Wang sank along with it, nearly becoming a drenched spectacle.
