Liang Qu stopped rowing and waited for the newcomer.
It was only when the latter got closer that he saw the person standing on an extremely narrow and long canoe, somewhat like a single-person racing boat, but a bit wider with things similar to fishing rods hanging alongside.
But those weren't the important part; the important thing was that the other party could approach him rapidly without paddling!
A master!
A chill ran through Liang Qu's heart as his alertness increased.
Ordinary people didn't have his skill at controlling water to move without wind; it must be some kind of extraordinary internal power.
And he should have noticed when he was being called—the distance one's voice can carry unaided in open space is at most a hundred meters, but the person had been at least a mile away and yet his voice was crystal clear.
