The Academy's Grand Master, the Demon Master, the Eminent Monk, and the Heavenly Master Gathered!

The water gradually calmed!

The waves that had just been "churning rivers and overturning seas" had already vanished into the distance.

The honest-looking man was still pale, his heart pounding with lingering fear. Just now, he had thought the monstrous thing in the river would open its blood basin of a mouth.

Reveal a head as large as a waterwheel and swallow all of them in one bite.

Who would have thought!

This... water monster was like a "bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring," fleeing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It was almost as though they had not frightened it.

Rather, the monster itself had panicked and fled in blind desperation.

The simple man immediately turned and supported his wife.

The woman had been distracted just now and had not noticed the waves on the lake. She merely staggered and nearly fell, but the boatman reached out to steady her. Otherwise, she would have taken a tumble.

This middle-aged boatman, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, was solidly built, with bulging muscles in both arms.

Though the weather was cold, he wore only a short shirt, his chest half-bared to reveal firm muscles.

The only flaw was that the boatman's left leg was somewhat lame.

A blackish-gray scar twisted along his leg like a snake, especially glaring to the eye.

The muscles on his calf had clearly atrophied. It was a full circle thinner than a normal leg, looking withered and weak.

The boatman wore a close-cropped haircut. His features were proper, and his bright smile revealed a mouthful of white teeth, making him seem quite talkative.

"Madam, be careful."

As he spoke, the boatman steadily supported the woman with his large hands.

Her hand rested against his taut muscles.