The sky had become tense, with a rose-colored lake gradually deepening into a darkened hue, while the distant dark mountains resembled the gaping mouth of a giant whale, creating a somewhat oppressive contrast.
Jiang Shouzhong looked out at the lake where a boat resembling a stationary frame held Zhao Wancang, his brow furrowed.
The man's strange behavior was truly baffling.
Possessed?
After some hesitation, Jiang Shouzhong decided to head to the ferry to find a small boat to get a closer look at the situation.
Even if it alerted the man and he was discovered, it didn't matter anymore.
Not far from the shore, a young boy about eight or nine years old, dressed in a large green cotton jacket, was chasing a black kitten, occasionally picking up small stones to hurl at it, his laughter ringing crisply in the air.
Jiang Shouzhong would have ignored this, but the little black cat seemed to sense something suddenly and darted towards the lake.
