lt;pgt;Tales of the

On the Dù River within Zhúshān County, a small wooden boat was slowly moving along a narrow tributary of the river.,In the dim light, it seemed as if wisps of translucent light flickered and darted before Yi Shumen's drowsy eyes. His mind raced like a carousel, replaying fragmented memories in vivid flashes, even conjuring up hallucinations. He saw figures, scrolls, heard whispers, and imagined himself clad in robes and armor—a kaleidoscope of familiar and unfamiliar selves...,Yi Shumen was frozen almost speechless, while the person who saved Yi Shumen grinned and turned to the crowd coming behind him, laughing.。