Half an hour later.
In Wuxue Town.
A steamship from Jinling slowly docked at Wuxue Town's pier, and from the most "prestigious" first-class cabin, a man and a woman emerged.
The man carried a large wooden box on his back and held a single-shot rifle in his hand.
The woman, on the other hand, carried a long knife on her back, had an unidentifiable pistol at her waist, and a band of grenades slung over her shoulder.
After disembarking the ship and stepping onto the ground, the man took a deep breath and said:
"Finally I can smell the cooking smoke; these past few days have really been stifling."
"I never used to think that a thousand kilometers of river travel could be so difficult, I even found the ship going too fast."
"Now... I'm really fed up with that rotten smell in the cabin."
"Ji Xing, do you really feel nothing? Aren't you Holy Blood supposed to be more sensitive to such smells?"
Hearing his words, the woman named Ji Xing rolled her eyes and said:
