Wherever Shui Bingmiao went, the river water within ten meters of his feet would spontaneously freeze into ice crystals.
Sensing faint fluctuations in the current, several ice swords immediately hovered around Shui Bingmiao. His sharp gaze turned toward the distant reaches of the river.
Amid the vast white mist, an old fishing boat slowly emerged.
Such a dilapidated fishing boat should have been incapable of sailing on the river. The slightest attack from something beneath the riverbed would have damaged its hull.
Upon closer inspection, one would find countless plants interlocking across the broken sections of the boat, ensuring the hull remained stable.
As the fishing boat slowly drew near, the young man standing at the bow waved toward them.
"Yu Jing?"
Shui Bingmiao melted the ice in front of him so that the fishing boat could dock before him.
Senior Zhen Zhen linked arms with Yu Jing as she stepped off the boat, waving to greet Tsundere Miao, whom she had worked with before.
However, Little Fish, who had been completely at ease before Yu Jing, now seemed constrained and frightened.
An aura of extreme cold radiated from Shui Bingmiao, making Little Fish tremble.
It reminded Little Fish of how, decades ago, her tribe had offended a human. As a result, the lake where more than three thousand of her people had lived for hundreds of years was permanently frozen by that person. Even the Great Elder, who was incomparably powerful in Little Fish's eyes, had been utterly helpless before him.
Left with no choice, the tribe had migrated as a group to their current home.
Although the young man before her was not that human powerhouse from the past, the aura he radiated bore some resemblance to his.
"An alien?" Shui Bingmiao's fierce gaze made Little Fish tremble