The wooden raft stopped in the middle of the river, ten meters away from Su Mu.
The mist cleared, and only then did Su Mu see clearly the appearance of the man on the raft.
The man was dressed in a clean black robe, devoid of any patterns or designs, exuding a low-key elegance and dignity. His build was not burly, but his shoulders were broad.
His features were somewhat handsome, though not girlishly so, as there was less youthful charm and more scholarly majesty. His angular face, like a reserved Treasure Sword beneath a serene cold pool, was breathtaking. His eyes were deep like an abyss, holding countless thoughts and a composed ease towards the world, calm yet resolute.
The man, who typically wore a serious expression, revealed a slight smile upon seeing Su Mu, clasped his hands in respect, and said, "Senior."
Hearing this, Su Mu also scrutinized the man in the black robe.
The next second, an image of a young boy emerged in his mind, becoming increasingly clear...
