Longtan Corner, riverbank.
The sky was pitch dark, but the bright floodlights still shone, illuminating nearly a hundred people guarding the riverside in silence, all focused on the conditions at the heart of the river.
The neighborhood's flood prevention facilities were still in place. Although the divine mountain had unexpectedly reined in its formidable presence, it was uncertain whether a sudden whim might cause the river to surge backward.
Mu Kun paced back and forth on the shore just opposite the islet in the middle of the river, a lit cigarette in hand. Worries were secondary; what really troubled him was that he could see nothing, being completely in the dark.
"Sir, why don't you take a rest? We've got this," his subordinate advised.
"I'm fine, this way I feel a bit more at ease."
"But we don't know when they'll come out, why don't you go... Sir, look!" The subordinate suddenly stopped speaking and pointed at the river surface, shouting loudly.
