Just as Lin Mu leaped from the wooden boat.
「On the yacht.」
Liu Xiu, who was just about to leave, suddenly shuddered. He turned around stiffly, the smile on his face vanishing as his gaze turned gloomy.
"He really came."
Liu Xiu smiled coldly. "Then let me see how you, Master Lin, are going to die."
Lu Tong also wore a sinister smirk. Master Lin, it would have been better if you hadn't come. But since you have, don't even think about going back. The scenery along the Bolan River is quite nice; it's a fitting place for your grave.
「On the wooden boat.」
Seeing Lin Mu jump off the boat, Jiang Yawei was startled and was about to go rescue him.
But in the next moment, his expression froze, and his body began to tremble slightly.
Upon the tumultuous river, a figure stood quietly.
The waves swirled beneath his feet before breaking away. A gentle breeze lifted the hem of his clothes. He maintained his posture, hands clasped behind his back, facing the heart of the river.
