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The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,He had no time to think about anything else. Yi Shumen only dared to glance at the dark water below before frantically paddling towards the surface, gasping for air. The intense pain of suffocation drove him into a frenzy.,But before his eyes was a forest interspersed with lingering snow. The setting sun illuminated the river valley, like an uninhabited desolate mountain and ancient forest, making Yi Shuyuan's heart colder than ice water.。