Flurries danced through the air like goose feathers over water encased in layers of ice.1

Su Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, the blood covering his body instantly hardening into red ice. As he tended to his wounds, he gazed at the boat not far away. Chaos mist emanated from it, and it seemed utterly mysterious.0

A tall, thin, male figure still stood at the bow. He showed no sign of disembarking. Now that they were at close quarters, Su Yi could finally confirm that the man was in fact just a soul body.0

He looked like a handsome youth, except his temples were flecked with gray. His eyes were profound and sharp, as imposing as the sharp edge of a sword. He stood there with his hands behind his back, his entire body emanating unbridled pride.0

But Su Yi quickly noticed something unusual about him. His aura had melded with the Fuyou Boat; it was as if the two of them were one.0

“Are you… perhaps the spirit of the Fuyou Boat?” exclaimed Su Yi.0

But to his surprise, the question left the man flabbergasted, and his frown deepened. Instead of answering, he asked,...0