By the banks of Tongtian River, Yang Mingyuan led a girl with a green face and sharp teeth, who stood out a bit among the crowd that was moving in droves.
Ever since the Tongtian River opened its waterway, there have been mortals coming here through the Golden Road.
Yang Mingyuan and his daughter, dusty and travel-worn, looked more spirited compared to the surrounding crowd who were pale, skinny, and dressed in tattered clothes.
They were lining up, waiting for the ferry of Wanling Country.
The morning mist had not yet cleared, and a huge shadow appeared on the surface of the river.
"Father, what is that?"
The girl asked softly.
"That is the ferry."
Yang Mingyuan could see it clearer than anyone else.
The massive monster in the fog gradually revealed its true form; the white ferry advanced, cutting through the waves.
One after another, two ferries orderly docked at the newly constructed port.
"Board!"
