The clouds drifted across the sky, covering the already sparse moonlight intermittently.
Only a few strands of faint light fell on the river, swaying with the waves.
The three of them arrived at the riverbank. The flow of the White Water River was even swifter than during the day. The waves crashed against the banks, spraying fine droplets that shimmered with a faint silver light in the night.
Perhaps because they had already familiarized themselves with the risks beneath the river, they no longer feared the unknown sources of infection.
Cheng Ye looked at the river before him, feeling more at ease compared to before, and even felt a bit of the awe he had felt upon first seeing it.
Truly beautiful!
