On the right bank of the river, a black-clothed, masked woman, covered in blood, clutched a long blade and repeatedly broke out from the encirclement amid the pursuit of more than ten Jianghu dressed individuals, sprinting frantically along the riverbank.
The woman was also holding an infant still in swaddling clothes, who was crying loudly at the moment. She had countless cuts all over her body and was already finding it hard to run.
"Jianghu feuds are common around here. You two should hurry inside. I'll row the boat farther away to avoid getting involved and suffering misfortune." The boatman was not too fearful; his boldness even led him to advise the two passengers.
"Jianghu feud?" Lin Xin was indeed intrigued, as he had directly joined the Immortal Sect previously, so he had not yet experienced the secular Jianghu. Seeing it now, he felt a sense of novelty.
