The first ray of dawn pierced through the dark canopy of the sky.
The moist vapor carried by the wind scattered a milky white mist over Star Moon Lake.
The boatman steered his small boat out of the fog, loudly chanting the song of the waters, and rocked the oar at the stern. Between the ripples of water, the small boat followed the current and moved forward.
If it had been any other place in the North Land, no one would have dared to enter the lake at this hour when the dawn was about to break and the night had just lifted.
At such a time, one was very likely to encounter malevolent beings by the water.
But Star Moon Lake was different.
The lake was rich in aquatic products, yet there had never been any malevolent beings harming people in its waters.
