The Yellow Sand River rolled with turbid waves, swirling and crashing, throwing up refreshing sprays of water vapor. Otter Kai worked the rudder, the brown fur atop his head whipping in the wind.
"Xiong Yiheng, Du Hanwen, Jin Xiaoyu, step forward!"
"Here!"
"Come on, follow me into the cabin."
"Yes!"
On the deck, the remaining Martial Hall Disciples watched the three get pulled away by Liang Qu, envy written all over their faces.
"Whoa, the boss called them over. They're getting another benefit for sure. I heard these three are all going into Wolf Smoke."
"What can you do, they were in the first batch. One step ahead, every step ahead. They even met the Emperor back then, you know?"
"Time waits for no one. When they were killing the Mountain Ghost, I hadn't even enrolled yet. If I'd been there, I could've fought for a spot. Sigh, that Ghost Mother Cult really doesn't do things in the right order."
