The old man's words instantly dispelled Boluo's restless thoughts.
The allure of meteorite iron is something few can resist, but when life is at risk, the circumstances change.
"Damn Red Stone Clan!"
Boluo cursed in a low voice, heavily slapped his wooden paddle into the water, splashing waves several meters high.
"Shut up, we're on the river now, absolutely can't say anything like that." The old man sternly admonished, Boluo frowned in discontent but ultimately chose to remain silent.
Finally, after a few seconds of staring, Boluo began to row the boat with his head down.
The canoe continued forward, the commotion of the meteorite iron was less than 30 seconds.
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[Detecting surrounding environment, temperature 27 degrees, nitrogen content approximately 71%, oxygen content 27%, rare gases and other impurities 1%, non-toxic composition, close to air ratio, humans can breathe directly.]
A line of data appeared before his eyes.
