"Are you alright?"
The old Daoist's face was pale with fear. As he asked, he endured the shaking of the cabin and walked in her direction, his eyes still looking around vigilantly.
"I'm fine."
Song qingxiao shook her head. As they were talking, the boat hit a wooden pillar at the dock. With the force of the impact, it began to drift away from the shore.
"Ah!"
The people who followed behind to see what was going on saw the boat moving without any wind, as if it was leaving the river, and they all screamed.
"Quick, quickly find the oars and stop the boat on the shore!"
When the people on the boat saw the boat move, they all shouted in panic.
However, there were no wooden paddles in the cabin, and after searching for a long time, they couldn't find any tools that were suitable for rowing.
On the other hand, the water from the river poured into the cabin between the bumps, causing everyone to shiver.
