Pei Ye realized in an instant that he absolutely couldn't resist such a thing.
Martial arts, sword, True Qi, these powers he was familiar with were all useless; it was another sort of being, its life existed on another level, and it couldn't be killed by methods that kill humans.
The small boat slowly spun on the river, rain pattering down, a thin mist cool and serene, the water's surface as calm as ever, Pei Ye moved his gaze forward, seeing nothing, yet he was certain he was being watched.
On the eerily silent small boat, Zhao Bao's voice, as if crying and muting, quietly broke the silence: "What... what's going on, say something, Young Master—"
But no one spoke. Instead, Er Mao terrifiedly pounced over and covered his mouth, the two shivering together.
