The air swirled strongly, and the void shook vehemently, forming a powerful whirlpool.
Suddenly, a silhouette appeared out of thin air. Dressed in white, his face full of confusion.
"Where am I?" Su Yen murmured with a knitted brow.
The cold breeze swayed his long hair, and the rushing current of the river echoed in his ears.
He looked at the river in the distance and then at the small wooden boat by the bank with wide eyes.
"Why does this look like I'm inside the painting?" he muttered with a slight shock.
He looked behind him; there was endless grassland with no path. Shaking his head, he looked at the small wooden boat and walked toward it.
Arriving by the wooden boat, he jumped into it and waved his hand.
The wooden boat sailed forward slowly. Inside the wooden boat, Su Yen looked at the wide, large river with a strong current.
