There were many crevices on the rocks lining the shore, and one of these crevices was connected to the drainpipe running beneath the Daoist church.
During the daytime, the Tang clan had sent someone to break the array in that area and fill the inside with a black and viscous substance.
The clump of water mud slowly flowed into the crevice, seeping into the drainpipe below the Daoist church. It continued to nudge forward, making no sound, and this object seemed to be covered in some mysterious substance that prevented it from being stained by the sticky black oil.
Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the opposite shore.
He did not know that in the daytime, the opposite shore was buzzing with activity, with many government laborers, peddlers, and fortune-tellers, and even a blind zither player at the shore. The restaurant had also been rather bustling, and Luo Bu had drunk two jars of fine wine there.
