SPLASH.
The river surged, its roar like that of a thousand-strong army charging into battle, a thunderous, earth-shaking cry.
This was the Qingjiang River, a magnificent sight that split the Cyan Cloud Country into Jiangnan and the lands North of the River.
Now, as far as the eye could see, both banks of the Qingjiang were packed with countless, densely crowded figures.
BOOM.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder heralded the imminent arrival of a great storm.
"It's already the first of August. I don't think he's coming anymore."
Many had been waiting for over ten days, and their patience had long since worn thin.
The two main challengers, however, were calm and composed, not the least bit hurried.
They had endured a decade of bitter cultivation, bearing loneliness and solitude. What was a mere wait in comparison?
