The moonlight was bright, and a canopy boat stopped by the rocks of a canyon.
The towering walls of the canyon concealed the vast night, and even the water surface could not reflect a glimmer of light. At a glance, it resembled a deep, bottomless black pool.
Xuanyuan Qi sat alone on the deck, holding the wolf fang pendant that he had removed from his neck.
Liao Chen came out from the canopy boat, sat next to his father, looked at him, and said, "Father, are you still thinking about the matter of Shitian?"
Xuanyuan Qi sighed, "I didn't expect that on my trip to Jianlu, I would encounter Shitian."
Liao Chen said, "I saw him once in Shengdu; he's called Long Yi, a friend of Ahen and Jiaojiao. However, I never fought him, nor spoke to him. Is his martial arts still as formidable as it was twenty years ago?"
Xuanyuan Qi replied, "Even more formidable than twenty years ago."
Liao Chen looked at him with concern, "Father, were you hurt?"
