章 1330: The Secret of the Soul Fisherman

The Yellow Spring River rushed without pause as ever. Scarlet water flowed in it, carrying wailing souls and pale bones.

Bu Fang walked over the water. A wind blew at his hair, flapping his robe. 

In the distance, a small boat drifted through the mist. The sound of a flute rang out of it, and an old man in a bamboo hat and a straw rain cape could be seen sitting in it, swaying with the motions of the vessel.

When Bu Fang saw the boat, he twitched the corner of his mouth and produced a jade wine jar, which was smaller than the fist-sized jar he gave Yellow Spring Great Sage. Judging by its size, the wine inside could fill no more than three cups. Even so, that was already three million Nether Crystals, which was by no means cheap.