Chapter 192: Grasping a flower's smile was the most intoxicating
The machete of the cook with the knife scars stopped in mid air. Hearing that, he said with a foul mouth. "Which person hasn't grown eyes and dares to block this uncle's road?"
But the moment he turned his head, he stared blankly.
Chu Qing-Yan's chest ached very painfully, she lightly coughed. But every time she took a breath, it would pull at the injury on her shoulder. Her whole person sucked in a breath of cold air.
It was also thanks to this pain that she preserved her clear headedness, so that she wouldn't pa.s.s out.
She lifted her head to look in the direction where the sound came from.
Who could it be that would suddenly appear?
One could see that not far away, on the surface of the river, a light boat floated down from up ahead. On it stood a young monk dressed in white. In his hand, he grasped a plain paper umbrella. The downpour of rain seemed to have been isolated by him to outside of the umbrella. A string of water droplets linked into a line and fell down from his umbrella and was blown away by the wind in an instant. The bead sized droplets were like pearls, quickly blending into the wind and rain again.
One couldn't see his face clearly, but there was no need to see clearly. One only felt he was a white light that pierced through the horizon. He was the only magnificent pearl in this dark world.
One person, one umbrella and one boat rode the wind and treaded on the waves to come over like an immortal that flew from the heavens.