Most of Chaonan City hadn’t woken up yet. Many bands of cooking smoke rose up slowly and waveringly into the sky. One could easily imagine just how much hustle and bustle the city would experience during the day.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stood shoulder to shoulder by the river bank, their conical hats were lost awhile ago.
They had discovered that they lost the hats when walking at night, and since they walked so fast, their hats perhaps were blown away somewhere on the road by the gust of wind.
Now they wrapped their two pieces of gray cloth around their faces, looking like those ascetic monk doctors of the Fruit Formation Temple practicing Cultivation in the northern land.
The water in Muddy River was quite muddy, flowing awfully fast, with torrents and whirlpools found everywhere in the river, making it appear dangerous No one knew if there were demons and monsters hiding in it!