The rain subsided, and the elite troops marched swiftly. Black Wolf Torc led two hundred trusted aides, galloping along the coast of White Sand for forty to fifty miles, finally reaching the riverbank where the exploration fleet had once hidden, as the sun leaned westward.
From a distance, the golden-red lake surface reflected the sunset light, with tall Luwei growing densely along the river. On the clear lake surface, flying birds occasionally descended, and even flat turtles could be seen. They floated on the water like rocks in the lake, leisurely, calmly, and peacefully.
Black Wolf Torc stood by the river, gazing at the calm lake connected to the river. The scene before him was so tranquil that it was hard for him to imagine the fierce water battles and life-and-death struggles that had once occurred. The tropical rivers and jungles were always so vibrant, swallowing all flesh and blood, leaving not even a dry Bone, erasing death with life.
