The water of this river was turbulent, connecting the lakes of Yu and Mian to the south, the waterworks to the north, and traversed east and west by the Baisha River. With the fierce winds and heavy rain, even the most skilled swimmer wouldn't survive, let alone someone bound by ropes.
Strangely enough, the Wu brothers didn't sink or drift with the current towards the sea after falling into the water. Instead, they went upstream, heading towards the Capital City.
"What a strange thing!"
Zhou Heng ordered the helmsman to chase after them. As they got closer, he raised his harpoon and aimed at the two brothers.
Just at that moment, a faint light appeared, and the harpoon in Zhou Heng's hand felt as if it had hit a slippery eel, missing its targets twice in a row.
"Let me do it!" Yuan Hu grabbed the harpoon, determined, but before he could act, a large wave suddenly surged in from the bow of the ship.
The ferry was nearly overturned by the wave, swirling like a leaf in the wind.
