Andrew's body relaxed as he held Luna and plunged into the river. The waterfall's current was fierce, carrying an enormous surge of water that crashed and foamed like waves in a storm. The moment they hit the water, both of them vanished beneath the churning surface.

The masked martial emperor slashed down at the river with his massive blade, and a towering column of water erupted several yards high. But his cold, sharp eyes darkened because he could tell his strike had missed.

He stood on the surface where Andrew had been moments ago, scanning the surroundings with an icy glare.

Across the riverbank, his subordinates were already waiting, their eyes sharp and restless. They waited for a while, but there was no sign of movement, no splash, nothing.

It was as if Andrew and Luna had vanished into thin air.

"Chase them downstream. Even if it leads all the way to the ocean, I want their bodies found," the martial emperor growled.

He was gradually losing his temper, and with a b