Black Snake lingered in a bend of the River near the little hill.
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By day, he fished and hunted, peacefully sharing the area with a flock of mallards feeding there. Occasionally, he raised his head toward the old pine to see whether Xiao Yu was there. When he grew tired, he climbed onto the rocks along the bank, stretched out his body, and let the warm sun bake his scales.
Several more days slipped lazily by.
Late one night, Black Snake lay on a rock, adjusting his tail.
Suddenly, he sensed something on the River. He raised his head and flicked his tongue. The mountain cut off the moonlight, casting an inky shadow across half the River. Switching his vision, he saw a black Small Wooden Boat heading upstream through the darkness.
Unlike the fishing boats he usually saw, this Small Wooden Boat was shrouded in dense, lingering moisture.
Its wooden hull was jet-black. The scent carried by the wind reminded him of Sunken Wood on the riverbed, as though it had only just broken free from the depths.
Black Snake merely watched in silence. At least a living creature was steering it. It was something real and tangible, not one of those incorporeal, illusory horrors.
His heat vision clearly revealed the outline of the boat's operator. There was a tail behind them-it was a demon.
He neither greeted them nor sounded them out, simply watching indifferently as the wooden boat traveled steadily onward, like any ordinary passing encounter.
A Demonic Beast rowing a boat really was an interesting sight. This one had some skill.
Suddenly, he remembered that he had been away from the mountain for far too long.
Black Snake knew it was