Crown Prince River, the sky was getting dark, and the Sturgeon Dragon Boat set sail again, carrying Zhang Ze and his three companions, along with a bunch of captives.
The big fish broke through the ice while muttering, interspersing its rumblings with words like pill medicine supplement and rest.
On the boat, Hero Chou was still sleeping soundly, covered with a small quilt.
Lin Feng took out a magical artifact, and a white light screen enveloped Zhang Ze and the others, isolating them from any external prying.
The three of them were chatting about the Divine Egg Gang.
According to Bai Tao, this so-called Divine Egg Gang was entirely his foster father's exaggerated nonsense.
Despite being called a gang, it was actually just a playground for old folks, and all the helm leaders were Silver Hand Wei Dalu's old buddies.
Over the last three to forty years, a group of elderly folks, accompanied by a bunch of orphaned children, have been fooling around in Wangyang City every day.
