"Oh no, the Yuan Cang River is undergoing an anomaly!"
On the cloud boat, Wen Daoyuan murmured solemnly.
He looked down at the river below, surging and bubbling like boiling water, sensing the peculiar aura within, and he immediately furrowed his brows.
Just a moment ago, he was leisurely chatting with Chen Xu, but now, the world was suddenly changing.
Wen Daoyuan contemplated his course of action throughout the journey and felt as if he had been racing the wind and lightning, without wasting a single moment.
But he had only taken Chen Xu on a quick trip between the north and the south, so why had the southern water system suddenly developed such an anomaly?
Wen Daoyuan instantly circulated his Literary Qi and urged the cloud boat to accelerate once more.
He needed to return to Pingyang Prefecture at the fastest speed.
However, the Southern Border was vast, encompassing much more than just the Seven Prefectures of the Celestial South.
