In the early morning, just as the sky began to brighten, a faint mist still enveloped the vast water surface.
A small boat cut through the mist with lightness and speed, dashing forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
The speed was astonishing!
Zhang Yuan sat in the boat, controlling the oars with one hand, gazing ahead. The cold wind hit his face, yet couldn't ruffle a single strand of hair.
His rowing pace wasn't particularly high, but every motion seemed to inject the small boat beneath him with boundless vitality, maintaining its rapid speed across the water.
One after another, land islands were left far behind.
Following the winding river path for several miles, a dense underwater forest emerged in his view.
Zhang Yuan revealed a faint smile.
Today marks the fifth day since Zhang Yuan arrived at the Great Dream Marsh, having also spent several days at Golden Sand Island.
