The washerwoman had no desire to fight Lu Yang and his companions, but that didn’t mean she could not fight them. Yet they dream of defeating me? Do they really think I’m some fragile clay figurine?!

The painting scroll hovered in the air, gushing forth an endless torrent of water like a cascading waterfall, rapidly filling the entire hidden chamber.

Seeing this, Lu Yang grabbed Squire Song by the collar and bolted outside. While Lu Yang would be fine, Squire Song was a mortal. Trapped in that chamber, he would drown in less than a minute.

The moment the four of them reached the surface, a thunderous boom erupted behind them. The small room constructed over the hidden chamber broke apart as the water from the painting surged upward like artesian water, frothing and churning violently. The washerwoman stood atop...