A Core Formation Realm Expert of Seventeen or Eighteen

The boat lurched violently, river water splashing over the sides and soaking everyone's robes.

"My cursed mouth... my cursed mouth!"

The old boatman was thrown to the ground by the jolt. Ignoring the pain, he slapped his own mouth with a deathly pale face, his eyes brimming with terror.

The river that had been relatively calm moments ago was now churning wildly.

The young man furrowed his brow and stared fixedly at the strange waters beneath his feet.

The White Flood Dragon Clan differed from ordinary demons. Proud by nature, noble of bloodline, and possessive of their territory to an almost pathological degree.

They were rarely willing to permit 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 the Jiannan Regional Office had clearly reported that the demons in this place had long since been suppressed and were hiding in the shadows, too afraid to show themselves.

This was called hiding in the shadows?!

The young man cursed inwardly.

But the disturbance had come quickly and gone just as fast.

In the blink of an eye, the roiling river water had eerily settled once more.

The boat stopped rocking. Only the river wind blew, and the water lay smooth and unruffled, as though that hair-raising scene just now had been nothing but everyone's illusion.

Yet the wet deck reminded them all that it had not been an illusion.

"Heavens preserve us... Dragon King, quell your wrath, Dragon King, quell your wrath..."

Trembling, the old boatman climbed up from the ground. Without even stopping to straighten his straw rain cape, he desperately rowed toward the opposite shore.

The boat moved swiftly.

This time, there were no more disturbances.

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