The moist sand was slowly pushed aside by the advancing wooden raft, leaving an obvious trace on the riverbank.
The dark green river water, mixed with a good amount of sediment, turned slightly yellowish, and the waves on both sides kept spreading further away, seemingly transmitting a signal to the sovereign of the river.
Harley sat on the shore, slightly opening his mouth to breathe, cautiously surveying his surroundings though his own appearance made him seem rather dumb.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bi Fang noticed something moving in the grass next to him.
A few stalks of grass, over two meters tall, gently swayed. Those not paying attention might have thought it was just a breeze, but a look at other areas would tell you that only one area shaking heavily was quite discordant.
He guessed that the likeliest thing hiding there was a crocodile.
