He stood right there, clad in a black robe with a sword at his side, towering over the surrounding twenty or so heroes, making them look half a body or a head shorter. Chou Qianshui was already quite tall, but at this moment, he was kneeling.
For many, this was the first time seeing the legendary Wind Envoy, who ranks above the Eight Waters. For years, they were just mysterious legends, their existence only confirmed by the inscrutable faces of the Dock Masters.
But today, he appeared here without hesitation, clearly attributing unprecedented importance to the matter of the Water Lord.
The towering black robe was like a shadow, and the dark yellow eyes on it glanced over. The moment Chou Luo met those eyes, he froze, like a little mouse being stared at by a nearby poisonous snake.
In fact, there was still a distance of forty feet between them.
