Qiang River's waters were perilous; since ancient times, it had borne the mocking nickname, "Jiannan's Yellow Springs."
The river rose in the snow ridges of the far west, carrying mud, sand, and shattered stone all the way, forcibly plowing a natural chasm hundreds of li wide between Jiannan and Longyou.
The people on both banks lived off the water, yet feared it to the extreme.
On the first and fifteenth of every month, the ferry crossings along the river would be shrouded in smoke as countless commoners and fishermen burned toll money there.
Some went even further, throwing live pigs and sheep into the river's heart.
They only prayed that whatever lurked beneath those muddy waves would eat its fill and stop coveting the living people aboard the boats.
On the Qiang River, once a wave rolled over you, not even a sound would be heard.
And at this moment.
With a tremendous crash, a huge breach was smashed open across the river's surface.
Icy river water surged in wildly from every direction, madly pouring into her mouth, nose, and ears.
The instant she entered the water, all light was swallowed up. All that remained around her was a murky, shadowy gloom.
"Glug glug—"
Huge bubbles rose upward.
The White Flood Dragon's enormous body was unbelievably nimble in the water. Enduring the agonizing pain around its eye sockets, an indescribable ecstasy welled up within it.
She's in the water!
It belonged to the White Flood Dragon Clan, a natural overlord of the waters! Within this Qiang River, it was a god!
A human martial artist?
Even an Ink-Dotting Realm expert would lose seventy to eighty percent of their strength upon entering water a hundred zhang deep!
In truth, the moment she entered the river, Jiang Yuechu did feel a trace