Joey looked at the three youths on the far horizon one by one. The moment his eyes looked at them, they all fell on the ground, losing their lives. His face was so cold and calm, as if he thought of them as just some insignificant ants.
He then continued moving down the stream of rivers. On his way down, he saw various herbs and cultivation related resources. But he passed them with no care to look at them again, as if those things were worthless in his eyes.
A month passed quickly, but he still didn't reach the destination. On the way, various water giant beasts, resting under the bed of the river, submerged and attacked him.
Just like before, it took only a glance from Joey to kill all of them.
