With the help of the Dark Creatures, the work of felling trees and building rafts was finished in just half a day under Han Shuo's direction.
The Skeleton Warriors carried the five rafts and a dozen or so wooden oars into the water one by one. Only after the thirteen sacks had been placed on the rafts did everyone board them, taking up wooden oars and beginning to paddle along the Niloran River.
Han Shuo, Fanny, and Lisa shared a raft. Fanny summoned a Zombie Warrior to paddle, while the three of them sat leisurely on the sturdy raft, comfortably admiring the scenery along the Niloran River.
Evening had already arrived, and sunset clouds colored the horizon. The azure waters of the Niloran River flowed steadily, and a few bold fish surfaced and leaped, tracing silver lines across the water. In the distance, towering trees flourished with lush branches and leaves, while nameless insects chirped merrily, bringing everyone a sense of quiet peace.
While Fanny and Lisa admired the surrounding scenery amid soft laughter and conversation, Han Shuo sat cross-legged on the raft, his eyes closed as he silently practiced his Demonic Cultivation Art. He spared no idle moment in tempering his body and continually widening the meridians within it.
Fanny and Lisa had originally had plenty of questions for Han Shuo, but once they noticed that he had closed his eyes and fallen silent, neither disturbed him. Instead, they marveled at his diligence, thinking it was no wonder he had progressed so quickly. Their beautiful eyes drifted toward him from time to time as they whispered about something. Judging by appearances, Han Shuo was certainly among their topics.
After a long stretch of quiet, Han Shuo felt the raft jolt and abruptly opened his eyes to look around. He