The bloody river was called the Yellow Spring River. Bu Fang was no stranger to it. He had been here once. Back then, he was very weak, and he had no idea about the river's might. He had seen many things since then, and when he looked down at it from the warship now, he could see its horror.
The waters of the Yellow Spring River rolled fiercely as bones swam in it and broken souls wailed, filling the air with a terrifying atmosphere.
