Wang Tieqiang was startled when he heard the cry. It sounded like the maid called Oriole on the boat. Yet, Shun River might freeze over sometimes, but never during the flood season. Moreover, today's weather…
Unable to help himself, Wang Tieqiang looked up at the sky, only to see the blazing sun high at noon. Despite wearing just a thin leather jacket, he still felt a slight warmth and a bit of a sweat coming on. More so, there was actually someone in the ice?
Having roamed the jianghu for so many years, this was the first time he had heard of such a peculiar incident. He reached back to touch the two iron short spears he carried, then, as if possessed, he walked toward the source of the sound.
As he approached the side of the boat, he immediately saw a group of seven or eight people, both men and women, including maids, male servants, and boatmen, all huddled together. They were pointing at something in the river, exclaiming with surprise.
