The sky had already darkened. Lu Ming followed the river, winding through it for a long time. By now, he had no idea how many turns he had taken.
Fortunately, his memory was sharp, and he had secretly left concealed markers along the way.
For the time being, he did not need to worry about finding his way out.
After rounding several more bends in the river, he finally arrived at a stretch of mudflat. The ground here was level, and most importantly, there were signs of human activity.
Beneath the smooth, mirror-like cliff ahead stood a row of wooden houses. No human voices could be heard, but hazy firelight shone through the paper-covered windows of every house.
It seemed to be candlelight.
"Human traces in a dangerous place—this is certainly no ordinary matter!"
Lu Ming frowned. He had never heard of humans settling within Milo Dragon Bay, so this place could not be simple. He did not rashly step inside.
But at that moment, a beautiful and ethereal song drifted over. It was a love song, light and melodious. Following the sound, he determined that it came from the outermost house.
Then he saw the silhouette of a graceful figure reflected in the paper-covered window.
Lu Ming felt that he had probably already been exposed. That song was meant to lure him inside, but he would not enter. Holding his blade, he stood silently in place.
Only after the song ended did no more sound come from within, and the place sank into stillness. The graceful silhouette vanished as well.
Even the lights went out, as though its occupants had already gone to sleep.
Lu Ming remained motionless like a statue. He wanted to see who would lose patience first.
Several dozen breaths later, he suddenly shot into the