The lake's surface shimmered under the moonlight, glowing with a soft luster.
After the boatman finished speaking, the commoner at the very front made a motion.
The man held incense in his left hand while his right hand slowly rose, extending toward the boatman.
On the man's right wrist was a dense cluster of scars.
The scars were long and thin, clearly made by a sharp object. Several were still fresh, indicating they were recent injuries.
The boatman reached out with his left hand and grabbed the commoner's right hand. With his other hand, he planted his bamboo pole into the lake.
The boatman's index fingernail suddenly grew long and made a light slice across the commoner's wrist.
Fresh blood spurted from the wound, ran down the back of his hand, and dripped onto the lake's surface.
At this moment, the boatman somehow produced a huge jar, holding it under the bleeding wrist.
As the blood dripped continuously, the commoner's face turned extremely pale.
