The small boat traveled for two days and two nights.
Another serene morning arrived. Chen Yi noticed that Yin Tingxue was still asleep, so he got up and sat alone at the bow of the boat.
Scholars often wrote about the Yellow River's floods, always leaving the impression that it was in a perpetual state of turmoil. But as the river breeze blew and with the chilling winds of early New Year, the Yellow River was not turbid—on the contrary, its waters carried a piercing clarity brought by the cold air, a rare sight.
Chen Yi turned back to glance at Yin Tingxue, confirming she was indeed asleep, then reached into Square Land to retrieve something.
Under the gentle sunlight appeared a slightly yellowed book cover. Chen Yi's fingertips pressed against the few words inscribed on it—"Mystic Temple's Scandalous Record."
