Jinhe City.
In the city's most bustling river, a small boat self-navigated and gently coasted along the center of the water.
No one was rowing, and no one was watching over.
Only a middle-aged man, dressed like a scholar, was sitting by the boat as if he were a fisherman, holding his fishing rod.
His face was solemn and antique, his demeanor was strict and rigorous.
He carried the elegance of a profound scholar.
People passed on the river bank's streets, seemingly oblivious to his existence.
However, at that moment, his brows furrowed. Gently setting down his fishing rod, he straightened up and sensed something in the distance outside the city.
"Chang Qu, Lin Wu, Lu Xin... All dead in an instant."
"Did Jianyi encounter a formidable enemy?"
With that thought, his already serious face grew more grave.
He slowly closed his eyes, and soon after, reopened them.
"Thankfully, the Child Insect is unharmed."
"However..."
"Who in Jinhe City dare lay hands on my people?"
