Swish... Swish...
The paddles of the small wooden boat continuously moved.
Gradually, the small wooden boat left the dense mist, emerged from the water, and rowed back into the tranquil river beneath Abai Bridge.
"Thank you."
Baiyu thanked the ferryman, jumped off the wooden boat, and stepped onto the shore.
Terra Bain's tomb should be somewhere under the sea, but it's definitely not near Abaida. That dense mist holds the power to distort space.
But in the end, it was settled. Even the Immortal was easy to talk to... Baiyu thought to himself.
He was ready to sneak back along the side path of Abai Bridge, when suddenly he saw figures clad in white robes slowly advancing ahead.
They were a group of white-robed individuals.
Exactly like those he had seen in his dream!
Just like in the dream, they silently entered the house next to them.
The real world.
They were just as audacious here!
