The other party's boat was very shabby, with only a few pieces of hardwood boards still standing firm amidst the waves, which might disintegrate at any moment.
Jiang Hui withdrew his gaze, feeling curious.
Curious that the other party could see him.
Also curious that the other party could actively strike up a conversation with him.
To the right, a young ferryman rowed towards him, "Don't get on this old fellow's boat, or you will surely regret it. It's better I take you for a ride, rest assured, you'll definitely reach Nirvana!"
Can he see me too?
Shen Yi's eyes flickered, then he seemed to realize something, lowered his head slightly, and looked at himself.
At this moment, he was no longer floating in the water but stood on a small lonely island, dressed like those boatmen, in coarse cloth and short attire.
Beside him, on the only remaining small piece of empty land, were a few rotten boards that seemed to have been part of a small dinghy.
