"Hmm?"
The Magic Conch loomed like a mountain as Liang Qu slightly arched an eyebrow, gripping Fubo tightly. Using the surrounding currents, he silently retreated to a safe distance, connected with the Ze Cauldron, and confirmed that he hadn't misread the situation earlier.
River Dominance Degree: increased by 0.1!
How did it increase?
Usually, it's as lifeless as a dead dog, lying motionless. Even during the River God Festival, there's no reaction. Just a meager bit of Divine Favor added—July to August—and I haven't done anything of significance.
"Stretching across the grand river, radiant as the sun..."
He mulled over it repeatedly.
"Could it be the Ice Spring?"
Liang Qu's eyes flashed as he linked to the Spiritual Link.
From late June to early August, after over a month of trudging forward, the positions of Round Head and its tribe had already reached the middle reaches of the Huai River.
No need to think much.
