Chapter 147: Playing Foul

The evening wind was fierce, whipping up a layer of waves on Pingxi Lake. The surging sound of the water, while not deafeningly tyrannical, was nonetheless quite magnificent. Especially illuminated by the layer of neon lights across the surface, the lake shimmered brilliantly. Wave after wave crashed forward; if one looked closely, it almost seemed like ferocious beasts rushing violently toward the dam.