At those words, Pei Ling did not answer at once. Once the system's automatic control ended, he had already turned his body around, facing the point of light just like his head.
The dim figure now stood directly in front of him. At a glance, it looked just like the boatman of this little boat.
It seemed to have been aboard the boat from the very beginning...
"Senior Huo, how should I answer?" Pei Ling quickly sent a voice transmission.
Huo kept his gaze fixed on the boatman-like figure and replied uncertainly through a voice transmission, "I don't know."
"Wait a little and see what happens."
Pei Ling gave a slight nod, then said nothing more.
Silence fell over the little boat. Around them, the murky yellow water rushed by, and the sound of its surging flow was accompanied by an all-pervading, bone-chilling cold.
Mist churned above the river, now thick, now thin, drifting like gauzy silk.
The boatman also remained silent, still facing Pei Ling, apparently waiting for a response from the three people and one ghost.
The boat rocked gently on the water, sending ripples spreading in circles.
The river's surface was wrinkled with waves, and its current ran swift, yet the little boat stayed exactly where it was, showing no sign of moving.
The two sides remained locked in a standoff for the better part of an incense stick. Everything stayed peaceful, and nothing unexpected happened.
At that moment, Huo suddenly sent a voice transmission. "The boat still hasn't moved."
"The one in front of us is probably responsible for propelling this boat."
"If we don't answer, nothing will happen to us, but we'll remain trapped in the Yellow Springs."
"To leave this place, we have to give a direction."
"Going back means heading deeper into the