Jinhe City.
On the busiest river in the city, a small boat drifted along on its own, slowly passing down the middle of the river.
No one worked the oars, and no one tended it.
Only a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar sat fishing by the side of the boat like a fisherman.
His face was square and classically austere, his bearing solemn.
He had quite the air of a great scholar of the classics.
People came and went along the riverside streets, yet seemed to look straight through him.
Just then, however, his brows suddenly creased slightly. He gently set down his fishing rod and straightened, looking outside the city as though he had sensed something.
"Chang Qu, Lin Wu, Lu Xin... all dead in an instant."
"Has Jianyi encountered some powerful enemy?"
At this thought, his already serious face grew even more solemn.
He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again shortly afterward.
"Fortunately, the offspring insects are all fine."
"But..."
"Who in the Jinhe City area has the gall to touch my people?"
A flash of anger crossed his eyes.
As his anger rose, the surrounding river water immediately began to heave violently.
In an instant, boats along the banks were swept apart by the waves. Some mortals who could not get out of the way were swept into the water as well. Children and women wailed, struggled, and cried for help...
The anger on the middle-aged scholar's face gradually faded into calm.
He silently watched the scene before him.
He watched children slowly float up amid the waves, watched the drenched men and women on the banks wail to heaven and beat the earth. His face was like an ancient well, without a ripple.
Like a god high above, looking down upon mortal