C544 Ma Yunzhu Intimidated High Dry

The sun would set in at most another half an hour. Ma Yunlu spurred his horse to the top of the Zhangshui's shore and looked up.

A white-haired fisherman was rowing a raft in the middle of the river, pounding the water surface with the bamboo pole in his hand. Two cormorants were swimming in the water, and some frightened fishes were jumping out of the water