Su Mo stood atop the boat's gunwale, quietly observing the surface of the water.
The undulating waves weren't caused by tonight's wind, but by the recent clash between two individuals.
Amidst the waves, a figure suddenly surfaced, yet ultimately failed to stand upright.
Nor did they, as before, stand proudly like an Immortal from the riverbank, looking down upon the world with contempt.
Su Mo sighed, "Why go through such hardship?"
There's always room for a good talk, to negotiate an alliance, to discuss alliance matters.
Why engage in a fight if there's nothing to gain from it?
Soaking in the water is hardly a good thing.
Su Mo was about to step forward and haul this Water Yama out of the water,
when the sound of Sword Qi fiercely cleaving through the river rang out.
