The cargo ship slowly sailed up the river.
It was already past dusk, and the autumn rain fell like a woven fabric, scattering over the river's surface, creating ripples. The green mountains, the river, and the rain seemed to merge into one, exuding a deep sense of coldness.
Along the Fengdu River, you could see it at a glance.
In the curtain of rain, the scene at the dock was faintly visible, a bustling noise and scattered lights, misty and obscured.
Perhaps the fame of Fengdu preceded it, coupled with the dark skies and heavy rain mist, everyone felt as if they were taking a boat into the Netherworld.
Sha Lifei clicked his tongue, "Brother Yan, maybe we should leave overnight. This place, I feel a bit uneasy."
Li Yan pondered for a moment, then nodded, saying, "Alright."
The gathering of living Yin messengers in Fengdu is during the lunar New Year, still far off. It would be better to finish our business first, and then head to Qingcheng Mountain.
