Splash—Splash—
The boatman rowed swiftly, the double oars like the wings of wild geese in the sky.
The aged boatman held the rudder, singing ballads, while his young granddaughter lightly touched the water surface with a pole at the rear of the boat.
The water shimmered with light.
The boat, like a swan gliding downstream, floated away gently.
Jiang Dali leaned on the rear deck, with the golden broadsword lying casually beside him.
The conical hat on his face shaded him from a patch of sunlight.
Breathing in the moist air around him, he felt the curious yet timid gaze of the girl behind him and couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.
This familiar sensation of the Martial World was quite nostalgic.
He reminisced about the past.
He reminisced about the old days.
And he started to recall some interesting figures of the Martial World.
