Soon enough, Wan and Qin Feng arrived after hearing the news.
In an instant, the four stood in a line along the riverbank, their eyes all fixed on the muddy river edge.
The sunlight scattered on the slightly rippling water, reflecting glimmering patches.
Meanwhile, the grass on the shore appeared disordered, with some fallen marks standing out, mixed with footprints of varying depths.
Wan crouched down and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Jiang, could these markings have been left by people nearby fishing or catching shrimp?"
"Could they possibly be made by swimmers when climbing ashore?"
"This riverbank usually sees a lot of people coming and going; maybe these are just ordinary traces?"
Qin Feng rubbed his chin while nodding in agreement, "Makes sense."
"Although this part of the river is deep, I often see someone bringing 'followers' to swim, making a mess when they come ashore."
