But by the Late Shen Hour, Gobi Beach had turned into a ghostly terrain. Dense fog enveloped everything, with the river surface shrouded in mist and the surroundings eerily silent, as quiet as a sunken monastery door, which instilled in one a sense of fear.
Ah Jiu stood with his hands behind his back on the bow deck, his expression cold and somber. The thick fog enveloped him too, dampening a strand of hair at his temples, giving him an ethereal appearance as if he were a celestial being shrouded in mist, indistinct to the eye.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head and saw Wufu approaching, his brow furrowing slightly.
"What are you doing up here?" Ah Jiu waited for her to stand beside him and said, "The fog is very thick on the river now, you should have stayed in your room."
Seeing that she had already changed into a dark-colored martial outfit and was wearing a cloak with a hood, he sighed inwardly and reached up to pull her hood over her head.
