The nights in the Southern Fire Domain came later than those in the central region.
It was not until eight in the evening that night fell like a deep, dark ribbon of silk, quietly unfurling across the sky.
The scattered lights of the fishing boats gradually vanished from the River Surface, forming a long, winding line as they flickered along the edge of Mizuno Territory.
The howling river wind swept past, carrying a trace of the coolness of a summer evening as it brushed gently across Su Mo's face.
No—more accurately, across the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.
Of course, if anyone from the Red Flower Gang's territory had been there, they would certainly have recognized this middle-aged man as their lord, Ji Wuming, who had quietly disappeared long ago.
"This Human Skin Mask... is really useful."
Su Mo muttered under his breath. He raised a hand and touched the edge of his cheek, feeling an almost imperceptible unevenness.
What was astonishing, however, was that the mask not only offered excellent coverage but also had remarkable breathability. It seemed to merge with his skin, leaving him unable to feel the slightest stuffiness or discomfort.
"Our dock is just ahead."
The place where firelight flickered in the distance was the temporary dock of Mizuno Territory.
The man rowing the boat turned his head. His dark face was covered in sweat, but his eyes gleamed with enthusiasm.
He looked at Su Mo and gave him a simple, sincere smile. "You were lucky to run into me here. Otherwise, if you came over from that way, it would have taken at least another two or three days."
"Sorry for the trouble, Uncle Gong. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to look after me in the future as well."
"Not at all,