"Don't fear the tide's rise and fall; what matter life and death?"
"I board a boat and enter the water, trading my life to bring your soul home."
"The water is cold, the water surges."
"I am a Corpse Retriever from the water, bringing your soul back to your homeland."
Feng Ye wore a solemn expression and recited in a low voice.
The palm-sized paper boat in his hand fell onto the river.
In an instant, the paper boat expanded against the water, becoming a narrow wooden boat wide enough for one person.
It was Zhou An's first time witnessing such a scene, and he found it rather mysterious.
Everyone in the Miscellaneous Sect had their own unique methods, and their techniques were endlessly varied.
As the most miscellaneous of all professions, its practitioners had achieved something in their respective fields.
To sum it up in one sentence.
What was professionalism?
This was professionalism!
"My lord, no matter what abnormalities appear in the water, do not come in."
Feng Ye took a deep breath and stepped onto the paper boat.
The paper boat sank slightly, while moonlight shimmered upon the river's surface.
Zhou An nodded.
Feng Ye said nothing more. He lightly swept the river with the wooden stick in his hand, and the paper boat shot toward the middle of the river like the wind.
After roughly half an incense stick's time, the paper boat carried Feng Ye to the center of the river.
"Return, soul..."
Feng Ye stood atop the river, calling for the soul to return as he occasionally lowered the wooden stick toward the surface.
The blackened portion of the wooden stick had deepened.
He seemed to be probing, testing where the Resentful Energy was weaker and seeking an opportunity to enter the water.
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