“Where? Where is he?” 

I felt inspired and jolted up immediately. 

I followed Chuyi’s line of sight and saw a short, bony old man leaving that house. He had a bucket on his back as he sneakily moved toward the river. When he came to the riverbank, he put the bucket in the water and got into it. He slowly paddled away. He looked like a child playing in a water park. 

I didn’t know what he was doing, so I asked Chuyi. He thought then answered, “Perhaps he’s trying to sense the Dragon Eye’s aura.” 

Chuyi grabbed his eight-faceted Han sword, climbed off the water tower, and headed toward the riverbank. 

At this moment, the old man had paddled around a hundred meters away. Chuyi followed...