Pei Ye didn't say a word the entire night.
The little cat sat by his side.
When daylight broke, the dark mist around the ship turned into a white haze, and the rain seemed as if it would never cease. Looking around, there was no sign of the shore in sight.
The Longhu Sword Meeting concluded some days ago. Most of the swordbearers had dispersed, but the reverberations were still ceaseless. Many swordsmen gathered by the shore to compete, drawing a crowd who cheered and encouraged them.
Sometimes, they would fight to the heart of the lake, and those in the third realm who could walk on water were considered masters. Pei Ye and the cat would sit and watch for a while.
In truth, there weren't many attempts that could be made.
Even though the young man resolutely advanced his determination, moving forward until he hit a dead end, then pushing through the dead end, the path visibly grew narrower and didn't seem like something that could be pushed through.
