Li Han was terrified, just about to swing his fist powerfully when it froze mid-air.
Damn!
He closed his eyes and then opened them again.
In his view, there still existed an emerald bamboo boat.
At that moment, the number one cooking station in Li Han's eyes was shrouded in mist, resembling an Immortal Realm.
The buns from several steamers, all unloaded by Zhu Qing and Xia Yu, were arranged one by one in the bamboo boat across the cooking station, allowing the freshly steamed buns to freely disperse their heat, layering the fog.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Unexplainably, his ears picked up the faint sound of water.
The wind was strong, and the waves were fierce.
A scholar in a silk bandana stood at the prow, holding a golden ritual script, with a table before him filled with equally steaming buns.
On the deck, flags crowded like a forest, and the officers and soldiers slightly bowed their heads, their expressions mournful, clearly mourning the souls of the fallen warriors.
