Whichever it was, it proved that the thing in the water was up to no good.
At that moment, there was more than just a large fish underwater. There were also quite a few somewhat twisted water ghosts.
These water ghosts were different from the spirits that had been wandering the river earlier. They circled the great fish in their midst with clear purpose, evidently belonging to the same group.
The instant a great wave pushed the little boat aside, the shadows in the water turned their attention to Yi Shuyuan's vessel.
Several ghostly figures immediately swam toward the larger boat, roaming beneath its hull and around its sides, churning endless ripples across the rain-lashed surface.
A fish's whisker flicked out of the river nearby, rising and falling like a black fishing rod, as though some superior were keeping watch.
But soon, both the ghosts and the great fish realized that the koi was nowhere to be seen.
It was then that the demon underwater seemed to realize something. Its attention shifted to the deck, where a man holding a Folding Fan stood in the rain, watching the water.
Yi Shuyuan held his open Folding Fan at his side, narrowing his eyes at the largest shadow beneath the surface.
A hazy aura spread outward from Yi Shuyuan's vessel, invisible to ordinary eyes.
Yet ordinary people were hardly the only ones who could not see it. Even though Yi Shuyuan was making no deliberate effort to conceal it, the demon and ghosts underwater could not clearly discern the aura around him either. An instinctive sense of oppression merely drove them to retreat from the vessel.
A wisp of hazy energy streamed from the Gourd atop the mast. It twisted upward into the sky, striking the cloud banks like an invisible whip