In an instant, Li Fan found himself overpowered, surprised in his heart yet unyielding with his words.
He similarly asked, "Reverse Boat?"
His eyes fixed intently on the ragged man's shoulder, where the outwardly renewed wooden boat rested.
The ragged man chuckled, releasing Li Fan.
"As expected of a disciple of Lord Guardian Hill, truly knowledgeable." Without any intention to conceal, he openly acknowledged the identity of the treasure in his hand.
"Lord Guardian Hill..." Li Fan murmured this familiar yet strange name to himself, as various images flashed through his Spirit Consciousness. Simultaneously, he became aware of the peculiarities within his own body.
Upon entering this painting, recalling the past, the previous intracranial pain was mysteriously absent. It seemed he could freely browse through his memories.
Yet, with an inexplicable intuition, Li Fan sensed that such actions would inevitably lead to unfavorable outcomes.
