Zhao Feng turned his head to look at Han Xi.
"My Lord."
"It's not far ahead. It's not the main stream of the Wei River, but a tributary," Han Xi replied immediately. "This place is very well concealed, located at the original junction of the three states."
"Good," Zhao Feng nodded. For him, Han Xi's confidence meant it was definitely an excellent hidden training ground. Her skill had already been proven in the Ghost Miasma Forest. It was indeed the right decision to have rescued her from the Han Royal Palace.
"My Lord," Zhang Ming suddenly pointed ahead and shouted. "There are several ships coming downstream."
"Merchant ships?" Zhao Feng ventured. It was common to see them on the Wei River, which flowed through several states.
He glanced over, but that one look was all it took. Zhao Feng's brow furrowed. Although they were far away, his abnormal attribute allowed him to take in the entire situation on the downstream ships at a glance.
Something's wrong.
