"A bunch of kids, your carpentry work is pretty impressive!"
Wen Dao stood in the hall watching the four of them set sail, a satisfied smile on his face, yet it was soon replaced by worry.
"Teacher Luo, do you remember the Lord of Peterson River?"
"Are you referring to the devil Gustav?" Luo Jun's expression turned grave. "The last encounter with it was three years ago; back then it was already at the twelfth-level peak. Normally, one would expect Gustav to have left Peterson River and ventured deeper into the forest by now."
Wen Dao sipped his tea and said wistfully, "Let's hope so."
The boat borrowed the wind's power, aided by the flowing water, and sailed swiftly on the turbulent Peterson River. Yet, the four people on board felt none of the serene joy of drifting on a boat; they finally understood why it's said that crossing ten mountains is as challenging as traversing one river.
