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.,In that instant of wavering heart, countless points exploded in a flash, their light like silk threads broken and flying away.,Behind a few large trees on the bank, a group of people were hiding. One of them saw what was happening in the river and hesitated to go out, but he was pulled back by those beside him.。