The song gradually faded into silence.
The bamboo raft drifted away, becoming indistinct.
Lin Xiaosu quietly watched the thin mist rising over the Jiang River, and finally, he slowly turned back.
Suddenly, he was slightly startled...
Someone was sitting on the hillside ahead.
The wind blew, brushing across his forehead, revealing a blood-colored scar.
Bloodscar King.
Bloodscar King chuckled, "I only just arrived and didn't see your interaction with that girl. I definitely wouldn't be like Blue Demon, using my imagination and wasting time verifying your amorous adventures."
Lin Xiaosu's expression turned a bit sour, "Tell me, are all you Qianlong Kings really so bored you have nothing better to do than track my movements?"
Bloodscar King replied, "You bought your ticket under your real name, which means your travel itinerary wasn't confidential. So, even if we tracked you, it doesn't mean we were out of line."
