"This place is not bad."
Zhou Ping'an's form transformed into thin wisps of cloud and mist, and within a breath, he had already dashed several miles away.
Before him, the water shimmered, and a fine rain drifted down.
The sandy shore was flat and smooth, with two long sets of footprints extending into the water.
He knew these were traces left by the town's people when they went fishing in the early morning.
Such a thing would have been impossible before.
Back when Uncle Yu Changsheng guarded this area, not to mention fishing, even approaching the water's edge would result in a scolding and hurried retreat.
No one knew when a giant fish capable of devouring a person might leap out.
That wouldn't be fishing; that would be feeding the fish.
That night, after the battle known as "Crocodile Killer," Zhou Ping'an mobilized the soldiers from three counties to thoroughly cleanse the Eastern Bank of the Li River, sending a large number of troops to patrol and eradicate threats.
