The sun had set.
The world was pitch-black, with nothing but the sound of rain filling the ears.
Lu Xinqing could neither see nor hear clearly.
He had been kneeling at the bow of the boat for nearly half an hour, feeling terribly uncomfortable with a sore back and aching waist, yet he dared not make any careless moves, fearing he might provoke the other party into cutting off his life with a single stroke.
Sometimes, when Lu Xinqing heard no movements, he constantly wondered if Liang Qu was still on board.
Liang Qu's golden eyes lit up, and the scenery on both sides of the river was as clear as day.
The surrounding low mountains were getting fewer, and the terrain was becoming flatter and more open.
According to the current view, the boat was about to reach the vicinity of Lord Qiu's Dyke, where they would be able to find the Water Regulation Stele.
It's not easy for an object to be completely soaked through with water; it takes days.
