Beneath the night sky.
The silver moon hung high.
A lithe, long-limbed figure in black darted among the upturned eaves, swiftly crossing street after street from the Inner City to the far end of Black River Ward in the Outer City-
Before a dark, blue-black river more than a dozen zhang wide.
The Black Water River.
The mother river of Black Mountain City.
It was also a tributary of the Sishui River.
The night was silent, the water still. Apart from the moaning wind, the only sound was the rustling of reeds.
Wei Sheng looked around and frowned slightly. Black River was so vast—where was he supposed to find anyone?
Just then, Wei Sheng heard faint laughter drifting on the wind.
Stirred by a thought, he followed the sound, skimming across the water.
The Black Water River was vast; even ordinary Six Refinements martial artists would not dare travel straight across its surface like this.
But Wei Sheng's foundations were astonishing.
Especially after his five streams of force had fused into one, his force had become even more tremendous, far surpassing Six Refinements martial artists and yielding nothing even to those at the Seventh Refinement Peak.
And it was more concentrated!
Using it to power the Golden Goose Art...
He could run for a full hour.
Soon, in a reed bed somewhere along Black River, he spotted two black-canopied boats with an azure dragon flag hanging at their bows.
The two boats were linked by iron chains. Four or five sturdy, bare-chested men sat at the bows, playing finger-guessing drinking games.
Men from Azure Dragon Hall?
A thought stirred in Wei Sheng's mind. His muscles shifted and adjusted, swiftly transforming him into a young man who bore some resemblance to Lan Fei.
"Well, well! Lord Jiao told you to stay