The fishing boat traveled downstream along the Azure Dragon River.
The water glittered.
From time to time, massive creatures swam beneath the surface, their passage marked by dark shadows.
The five hired Cultivators seemed even more eager than Bai Mo and his companions.
The old cultivator stood at the edge of the boat, occasionally pointing at the water with another man and whispering.
Occasionally, large fish would leap from the water or try to capsize the boat, only to be slain by the five disciples from Martial Peak.
The fish carcasses either floated on the surface or sank to the bottom, a sight that made the old cultivator and his men green with envy and full of regret.
But since Bai Mo's group was on important business, they didn't dare to say anything.
After navigating several bends in the river, they entered a region Bai Mo didn't recognize.
Night fell, and the sky was studded with stars.
