Shen Luo left the town and soon arrived at the banks of the Lishui River.
Lishui River was immensely wide, several miles in breadth, meandering towards the downstream. At a glance, one could see a vast expanse of misty waves and rushing water, resembled a colossal flood dragon sprawling on the ground.
He followed the ceaseless river downstream for a while until a reed beach appeared before him.
The reed was not extensive, merely seven or eight miles long but unusually tall and dense. However, the reeds had turned withered and yellow.
When the river wind blew, the reeds rippled like waves, making a loud rustling sound.
At this point, the sun had begun to set, and the river became dim. There was not a single boat in sight. It seemed that the ghost really had scared everyone away.
Shen Luo swept his gaze around. After a moment of contemplation, he invoked the Water-Stepping Art and probed within the reed beach but did not find any trace of Yin Qi.