Since he had already come this far, even if it were a place of death, he wanted to take a look. If things took a turn for the worse, he could either activate the Teleportation Array to flee or retreat into the Star Emperor Pagoda.
The bamboo raft drew closer and closer to the ferry crossing. The figure sitting in the pavilion remained motionless, resembling a boatman. He wore a conical hat, sat with his back to Mo Yang, and his face was obscured. His robes appeared extremely plain and tattered, fluttering slightly in the gentle breeze.
Mo Yang probed with his divine sense time and again, yet still detected no aura of life. This put his mind at ease; it was likely someone long since dead.
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