The mighty morning breeze brushed gently over the Giant Dragon Xian River, and the broad River Surface looked even more vast beneath the morning light.
The ripples were as fine as scales, glittering with the golden radiance cast by the rising sun, as if embedded with countless golden gems.
Unlike the central region, where hills and mountains rose in clusters and low hills undulated, the terrain of the Southern Fire Domain was exceptionally flat. With one glance, one could see all the way to the horizon, like a landscape painting unfurled before the eyes and filled with endless imaginings.
"I wonder if, after leaving this time, I'll ever have the chance to come back."
Old Zhang steered the boat and gazed at the familiar scenery flashing past along the shore, unable to avoid feeling a little sentimental.
To cling to Su Mo's powerful support, he had even skipped the process of returning home to pack up his supplies.
But when it came down to it, there really wasn't much to pack.
To prevent their homes from being completely looted by thieves after they went out, fishermen generally hid their supplies or traded them for things that were easier to carry.
A few days ago, he had spent a fortune buying this sampan. His house was so empty that even a mouse wouldn't have found anything to eat inside, so there was naturally no need to go back and clean it out.
"Uncle Zhang, now that you've left, why would you want to come back?" Luo Xiang sat at the bow, grinding his short blade again and again with a stone he had picked up from who-knows-where.
The sound was sharp and grating, but the few people sleeping in the cabin turned a deaf ear to it, completely unaffected.
"Come back?"