"Get on the boat," the middle-aged man looked at Xu Zimei and beckoned.
Xu Zimei stepped onto the small boat.
The middle-aged man rowed the oars, and the boat gradually drifted away on Qinghe River.
"Everyone's gone to worship the Dragon-Tiger God, why didn't you go?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.
"There's no need to go. The Dragon-Tiger God protects the city for his own reasons, it's definitely not to seek the citizens' worship," the middle-aged man said with a shake of his head and a smile.
He rowed with rhythm in every stroke.
As if there was a special rhythm to it.
"You're quite interesting," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
"You're not from Dragon Tiger City, are you?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Hmm, I just happened to pass by here," Xu Zimei nodded.
"How did you know?"
"Dragon Tiger City sees thousands of people coming and going every day, and I have them all in mind," the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"I have lived here a long time."
