After a round of shopping, everyone casually ate lunch at a restaurant they passed by, then hurried to Lin Du Wharf to await boarding.
At this moment, the sun was already leaning westward, and as the sunlight dwindled, a layer of white fog gradually rose from the streams at Lin Du Ferry. Possibly because this fog appeared at a fixed time each day, the staff at the wharf completely ignored it.
Of course, Feng Yuan wouldn't find it too strange, because while they were buying insect-repellent lamps, a shopkeeper had recommended mist lamps to them. Hence, they knew that night ferries traveled through the fog.
"Tsk, if the ferry were an ancient-style small wooden boat with an old oil lamp hanging at the front, the atmosphere would certainly be there."
Thinking of something, Feng Yuan said with a peculiar smile. Long Boduo felt a sense of familiarity with what Feng Yuan was describing, while Agunas glanced at Feng Yuan and said irritably,
