No way out
On the stream of water in the mountain, a bamboo raft floated down the water.
On the raft sat a green-clothed scholar and a child only four or five years old.
Sitting on the raft, besides controlling the direction of advance for the raft, the two people not only didn’t paddle to accelerate, they instead controlled the raft to not drift too quickly with the stream.
A couple of bubbles suddenly appeared in the water beside the raft. Afterwards, a completely soaked black-clothed youth rushed out of the water, nimbly landing on the raft and greedily breathing in the fresh air.
"If only we had Master’s Black Cloud Flag, we wouldn’t need to waste so much effort." The black-clothed youth was naturally Xiao Yan. The mana in his body circulated and hot air steamed from his body, instantly drying his clothes.
Zhu Yi said: "Saying that stuff now is all useless. This method may still be very slow, but at least we won’t reveal our position."