How to catch the train of the new era, anyway, Young Protector Xu has already highlighted the key points.
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Fengling Ferry.
The Yellow River's muddy waves roared like thunder in the thick fog, with countless dark red streaks floating on the surface, resembling blood vessels soaked in rust.
Xu Qing tightly grasped the reins of the Fire Cloud Horse, gazing at the vague silhouettes of ships in the fog—the grand ship, proudly presented by the Heavenly Work Institute, was being torn apart by an invisible force; its dragon bone emitted a teeth-gritting creak.
However, inside the ship, there wasn't a soul, only Daoist puppets in control.
Xiong Chan's prayer beads exploded with two sandalwood beads in his palm. He saw the frost solidifying on the stone steps by the ferry grow backward, blossoming into bizarre frost flowers in the sunlight.
