The west wind brushed over the green grass on the riverbank.
The sand gulls were crying out, fluttering up and down at the Xiaoyao Ferry crossing.
When will the riverside killings end? The Fei River flows on, never forgetting the path by Jiao Lake.
Distant mountains hide in the night shade, and the blood-red water fades into the great river.
The surging waves roll on, leaving no trace to be found.
The moonlight atop Enlightenment Mountain is clear and bright, spilling through the evening forest onto the people of the Hengshan Sect.
The mountains embrace the setting sun, the crows rise from the flat sands, darkening the sky.
Master Mo Da clutched his huqin, his murky gaze drifting towards the Xiaoyao Ferry headquarters, then to the surrounding Hengshan disciples, finally resting on Zhao Rong.
"We should also leave, head back to Luzhou City first."
"Alright."
The evening is filled with insects and snakes, with many having gone ahead.
