Under cover of night, Wang Chen quietly slipped into the icy river at a deserted, secluded spot.
Taiwu City covered a vast area, and with mountains at its back, several inner rivers flowed through the city from the mountains.
The one Wang Chen had just entered was a small river called the Ruansha River.
The instant he entered the water, he switched from external breathing to internal breathing. Vigorous Innate true qi poured from his body, forming a protective barrier over his skin that kept the river water at bay.
Forming a hand seal, Wang Chen cast a Water Control Spell. Like a fish, he nimbly dived down to the riverbed.
He swiftly made his way forward.
After stepping into the extraordinary realm, Wang Chen had been able to cultivate some low-level spells, and the Water Control Spell was one of them.
However, the spells of this world differed greatly from those of the Haotian Realm, so what Wang Chen had learned before was of no use here.
Fortunately, he had Old Yao, this portable old grandpa, by his side, and quickly mastered more than a dozen highly practical spells.
The Ruansha River was a small river, but it was still three or four zhang deep. To avoid being discovered, Wang Chen stuck close to the riverbed and swam beneath a small bridge.
It was exceedingly lively here. Flower towers lined both banks of the river, with colorful lanterns hanging high. Made-up courtesans leaned against the windows, smiling sweetly as they beckoned to passersby below.
Mounted by the slanting bridge, red sleeves beckoned from every tower; emerald screens and golden folds, drunk, one slept amid the flowers!
The people on the bridge were blinded by beauty. None noticed that beneath the bridge, in the river below, Wang Chen felt along