"I merely tossed some gold down there. It's not my fault these people jumped in themselves," the middle-aged scholar casually said, flicking open his fan with a "whoosh".
Shen Luo knew the scholar was up to no good and didn't entertain him further. Not caring if he exposed his identity, he reached out to the river below, making a grasping motion in thin air.
A loud "crash" came from the surface of the river below. More than a dozen water palms appeared, reaching for the people who had already jumped into the river, forcing them back towards the shore.
But at this very moment, the entire river suddenly started to churn. More than a dozen tendrils of black qi sprang forth from the river like pythons, wrapping around the water palms and preventing them from approaching the people in the water.
