"What is this?" Liu Yuhuan asked curiously.
"It should be a toll booth," Zhao Ya replied flatly.
"Toll booth?" Liu Yuhuan seemed somewhat puzzled.
At that moment, several small boats appeared on the river's surface, quickly navigating to the fleet.
The boat that Kuang Zongfa was on was in the middle of the fleet, and these small boats quickly docked with it without hesitation.
Zhao Ya watched intently, realizing that the people at this water gate had gone to negotiate with Kuang Zongfa.
However, none of this concerned him, so he naturally paid it no mind.
In about fifteen minutes, the people from the small boats disembarked from Kuang Zongfa's boat and returned to where they had come from.
A moment later, the gates of the river slowly opened, allowing Zhao Ya and the fleet to smoothly enter.
After passing through the water gate, Kuang Zongfa contacted Zhao Ya again.
