Rather than calling it a small boat, it's more of a bamboo raft.
Although it's simple and crude, it's unexpectedly useful.
Jiang Hui stood upon it, without feeling any jolts, steadily stopping in the middle of the great river.
He held a bamboo pole in his hand, using no force. The narrow wooden plank seemed to have grown wings and sped away. Within moments, he had already distanced himself from that lonely island.
The river was astonishingly calm, and the water surface reflected the sky above, murky and chaotic.
Only this endless river surged and roared.
Jiang Hui did not rush to paddle but let the small boat drift along with the current.
He sat cross-legged, very calmly, his eyes shining, while he reached out to touch the water below him.
The flowing water murmured, bringing a hint of chill. Touching it felt no different from real water, yet upon contact, Jiang Hui could feel a current of suction running down the arm he extended.
