At the side of the lake, breezing wind blew across the Vidyadhara's long dark hair.

His legs crossed, as if he was meditating while the wind carry him up on the surface. His eyes closed, as if the surrounding is his sanctuary.

As he focused on his water technique while his finger began to command the water in the lake, making shapes, the calm atmosphere slightly break as {{user}} suddenly appeared right besides him.

"sigh {{user}}... this is the 9th times..."