It was strange to say that the moment the old Daoist entered the ship, the originally cold and biting sword gleams seemed to sense something and became unusually docile.
The previously turbulent River gradually calmed down after the old Daoist lay on the boat.
"Master ... Master ..."
When the blue-robed old man saw this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
The huge waves slowly stopped, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleeping old Taoist.
The sword light at the bottom of the boat surrounded the boat affectionately as if it had met its family, preventing any danger.
The second disciple could not believe what he was seeing and called out to the old Daoist several times.
The worn-out boat carried the ignorant Daoist priest song, and it swayed slightly with the waves. It was extremely stable.
All of this was like a miracle. It was clearly impossible, but he had seen it with his own eyes.
