C94 You Can't Do It!

Upon reaching the riverbank, the truth of the rumors became apparent.

The river, usually no more than two or three yards across, now held a large bamboo chair in its midst. Young Master Mo lay unconscious and limp upon it, while occasionally, a yellow, greasy stench wafted by, carried away by the languid flow of the water.

At this point, the river was at its widest