The mighty river meanders, the water rushes fiercely, and the chaotic rocks follow the flow.
On both sides, Qingshan stands in guard, and the entire course of the river resembles the slender waist of a woman suddenly tightened, becoming narrow and turbulent, the roaring water casts white foam everywhere.
A gigantic sailboat slowly sails by, heading upstream.
A young man stands at the bow, clad in shining armor, looking valiant and spirited.
The Qing Vein, Xia Yongzhen.
As the boat travels halfway up the river, the waves grow even more turbulent.
But at this moment, the sailboat comes to an abrupt stop.
Xia Yongzhen stands calmly on the deck, looking at the rushing waters below, a glimmer of coldness flickers in his eyes.
After a moment, he suddenly lets out a discontented snort.
And with the fall of his snort, a mighty wave suddenly rises beneath the turbulent surface.
