A Core Formation Realm cultivator of seventeen or eighteen years old. The ferry rocked violently, river water splashing up and soaking everyone's robes.
"My damned mouth... my damned mouth!"
The old boatman was thrown to the ground by the jolt. Ignoring the pain, he slapped his own mouth, his face deathly pale and his eyes filled with terror.
The river, which had been fairly calm moments ago, was now churning violently.
The young man furrowed his brow and stared intently at the strange waters beneath his feet.
Unlike ordinary demons, the White Flood Dragon Clan was proud by nature, noble of bloodline, and possessed territorial instincts so strong they were almost pathological.
They rarely permitted other demons to set foot within their domain.
In other words, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance that the commotion before them had been caused by that beast.
Yet Jiannan Regional Command had clearly reported that the demons here had long since been suppressed, hiding in the shadows and not daring to show themselves in the slightest.
This was called hiding in the shadows?!
The young man cursed inwardly.
But the disturbance had come swiftly, and it vanished just as swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, the roiling river water eerily settled once more.
The ferry stopped swaying. Only the river wind blew, while the surface remained placid, as though that heart-stopping scene had merely been everyone's illusion.
Yet the water stains on the deck reminded them all that it had not been an illusion.
"Heavens protect us... Dragon King, quell your wrath, Dragon King, quell your wrath..."
Trembling, the old boatman scrambled to his feet. Without even bothering to straighten his rain cape, he desperately rowed toward the opposite bank.
The ferry moved quickly.
This time, there were no further disturbances.