On the cold, silent River of the Dead, the wooden boat slowly rippled through the water as it quietly headed toward the opposite shore.
From time to time, little boats carrying souls passed by, yet they went straight through the wooden boat and everyone aboard it without leaving the slightest trace.
That was the ferryman's wondrous ability.
The miraculous overlap between Heart-Eating Lake and the River of the Dead gave him and his wooden boat a similar effect, allowing them to avoid the territory of the World of the Dead and reach the far shore of the Underground World directly.
Yet the wooden boat was strangely silent at the moment.
No one was paying much attention to the mysterious ferryman. Eight or nine out of ten gazes were fixed on the woman still sitting at the bow.
Zhang Yingluo's arrival had not only caught Xu Nan off guard, but also surprised Sanger.
Xu Nan immediately asked what had happened.
But Zhang Yingluo's answer surprised him even more:
"I have come under the God of Truth's orders to escort the Seal of Divergence."
Other than that sentence, she had not said another word from the time she stepped from the wooden boat onto shore until everyone had boarded.
Forget speaking—her expression and movements had barely changed at all.
Only when Xu Nan boarded did she seem to use her gaze to confirm the Mithril Sword in his hand. Then she looked away and did not linger.
Her eyes had become deeper.
For some reason, in that instant, Zhang Yingluo reminded Xu Nan of the Fairy Nymph Queen.
Although the two differed vastly in age, strength, appearance, and race, their temperaments were strangely similar.
What exactly had she experienced during this time...?
*The God of Truth knew something had gone wrong with