"Hmm?" Zhao Xing pricked up his ears to listen to the direction of the wind.
"What's wrong, Young Master?" Xu the Eighth climbed aboard the boat, shaking the water from his ears after a vigorous dive.
"Shh, no noise."
Xu the Eighth froze, his face stiffening. Could there be something unclean lurking? Surely not, right? He had offered his sincere prayers to Duke Donghu during the day; his heart had been true! He hadn't thought of Lady Wang at all during the prayers.
"Row that way." Zhao Xing pointed in a direction. At the same time, his bright eyes began to work the spell, expanding his field of vision.
Even with the obstruction of the lake water, Zhao Xing could see clearly for a dozen meters down, provided the water wasn't too turbid.
"Oh, oh!" Xu the Eighth put his back into rowing. He dared not ask more questions now. It was evident that this was not the young master's first time doing this, and he felt that Zhao Xing had an even keener eye than the river salvagers.