Yishu Yuan was currently brewing emotions. The old man rowing thought he had finished reading and couldn't help but chime in.,The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.,The panic and fear brought about by the current situation made Yishumen even harder to breathe, countless bubbles overflowing from his mouth.。