Inside the River Mountain Box...
Qin Ya stood on a mountaintop, gazing at a lone boat in the distance. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. In the next instant, his figure flickered, covering a thousand zhang as he trod upon the turquoise waves. Like a falling leaf, he landed weightlessly upon the lone boat without making a sound.
But the moment Qin Ya set foot on the boat, the sound of the flute from within abruptly stopped.
"Oh… a little interesting."
Qin Ya's gaze sharpened, a hint of surprise on his face.
This River Mountain Box was no ordinary item to begin with. How could anyone living within it be a simple person? What's more, according to the perception of his Divine Thought, Qin Ya found he was completely unable to gauge the depth of this person's Cultivation.
"I am Qin Ya. Greetings, Senior."
