The flow of the great river slowed down, and the light mist hovering over it thickened as the shadowy figure emerged.
Looking ahead, everything Qin An saw was shrouded in mist, obscuring the figures in front of him.
Standing with his sword in hand, Qin An narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why the mysterious act?"
As soon as he spoke, the shadowy figure drew closer.
With its approach, a slightly eerie voice suddenly echoed.
"Ferry crossing—"
"Calm seas—"
"Get on the boat!"
Although it sounded like calling out, the tone was extremely somber.
Qin An felt a drowsiness cloud his mind as True Essence circulated, a golden aura surrounding him: "Interesting, a voice that directly reaches the soul, not simple."
The chanting touched the deep recesses of the soul, and although it did not harm it, such a voice appearing in this eerie place naturally made Qin An wary.
At this moment, the shadowy figure gradually approached the shore.
