"It's as if an Immortal is crafting a boat to ferry the masses!"
Unlike the surging emotions of the many villagers, Chen Mu's mind was quite calm at this moment. Using the Xun Wind Artistic Conception to pilot the boat, he was faster than the martial artists like Yu Jun piloting dugout canoes. Crossing the flood-stricken area took less than half an hour.
In this way, it would only take half a day to ferry all those villagers back.
He considered it a duty fulfilled.
However.
As Chen Mu was lost in thought, he suddenly shifted his gaze in the direction of something in the distance.
He saw at the upper reaches of the roaring flood, at the end of his line of sight, a dark shadow had appeared at some point, following the current downstream—a log that was neither thick nor thin, only about half a foot wide.
But on such a log stood several figures, all in identical garments, riding the log downstream. There seemed to be strands of Sword Intent intertwining, slicing through the water.
