Chapter 1007
The boat parted the waves, heading toward the opposite bank of the river. From Cheng Dalei's perspective, the surface of the river was enveloped in mist, a vast expanse of white.
The boatman, surnamed Zhou, claimed that his ancestors had lived along the great river for generations, hiding in the deep mountains and forests when the war broke out. It was only after the war had ended that they came out to make a living.
Of course, this was just his own account. Considering Zhou's sturdy build and the murderous look in his eyes, Cheng Dalei needed only one glance to know the man was a battle-hardened veteran.
There is a fundamental difference between those who have killed and those who have not, those who have been tempered on the battlefield and the ordinary people. Cheng Dalei could tell at one glance, and Elder Zhou's demeanor did not escape Cheng Dalei's notice.
