บท 1883: Boatman In Black

The void was filled with blurry fog. The huge, ancient silver spaceship vanished into thin air while Jian Wushuang stood arrogantly alone.

Jian Wushuang's gaze was like lightning. He stared forward with a tinge of coldness.

In the void that Jian Wushuang was staring at, there were ripples spreading in the water.

In the thick grey fog, there was a simple wooden boat.

On the boat, there was an elderly paddling.

The elderly was scrawny and tan-skinned. He was shabbily dressed in black with a bamboo hat. Judging by his looks, he was no different from an ordinary boatman.

However, after the boatman in black appeared, Jian Wushuang's heart skipped a beat and his face grew solemn.

The wooden boat emerged from the grey fog and continued to travel forward until it was a hundred miles away from Jian Wushuang before it stopped.

"I wonder who you are. Why do you block my route?" Jian Wushuang remained at the same spot as his voice spread.