Xiang River's autumn waves carry a solitary sail against the wind, accompanied by the solitary wild duck in the evening glow, heading north with the other vessels.
Cloud shadows cast upon the cabin, as the side cabin window is opened a crack.
Ji Feng peeks outside, her gaze filled with the river scenery.
Looking back, Hengyang City is already far behind.
"Brother, Hengyang is far behind us now, you must be at ease."
Her eyes curved with a smile, she lowers the curtain and smiles at the young man seated cross-legged beside her.
"To be honest, I think you're being overcautious."
"Although Master gave his warnings, he didn't mean for you to follow them at all times."
"This Sword God predecessor... well, in my view, seems a little different from what Master described."
Ji Feng, ignoring the furrowed brow of Sun Xinzhuo, continues to state:
