Chapter 221: Qiong Lake (1)
After several days of travel since leaving the Kunlun Sect, we finally arrived at the place where our boat had been moored.
Over the past three to four months, the surrounding vegetation had grown considerably.
However, despite the fierce currents, the boat remained firmly in place, still securely fastened with Yo-hwa’s silk.
“That’s the boat we’ll be taking, Cheongwol. Once we get on, we’ll be able to travel swiftly over the water. It’s going to be fun.”
Krur.
I pointed toward the boat, which had begun to come into view through the overgrown grass, introducing it to Cheongwol.
But just then, our voices must have alerted someone—people emerged hurriedly, pushing through the thickets to see who had arrived.
It had been months since I last saw them—Do Sagong and the other boatmen.
“...Oh.”
However, the moment they stepped out of the foliage and came face to face with us, they froze—staring blankly at me sitting atop Cheongwol’s massive form.
A startled voice escaped from Do Sagong, who stood at the forefront.
“Th-this is...”