Profound Ice Sinking Wood

The waters of the Clear River surged without end, rolling onward in endless waves, rushing back and forth, dividing the vast Yanxi Commandery into the three prefectures of Clear River, East of the River, and West of the River. Even in Yongzhou, the river's grandeur was among the very finest; compared to it, the Luo River was merely a small stream before a great river.

Amid the heaving waters, a great ship cleaved through the whitecaps. At its prow stood a man with a big saber strapped across his back, his golden hair flying in the wind. At his feet lay a giant hound the size of a cow, while beside him stood Zuo Xiaopeng, dressed in brocade and having held his position for barely two months.

"Young Master Xiang, look. This stretch is where Profound Ice Sinking Wood was once found. There were three men who salvaged that rare treasure back then, all of them exceptionally skilled in the water. That was more than a decade ago. If there is any place beneath the Clear River where a strange treasure like Profound Ice Sinking Wood is most likely to form, it should be here."

After not seeing him for some time, Zuo Xiaopeng had shed much of his former youthfulness. His expression was steady, his gaze sharp, and his bearing imposing; he had already begun to possess the air of a gang leader.

When Xiang Yang came looking for him, he had even set aside the gang's affairs and personally brought Xiang Yang out onto the river by ship. His intention of forming a friendship was plain for all to see.

The reason Xiang Yang had aided the Golden Sand Gang in the first place was entirely because Zuo Chuan Sha had paid a tremendous price, not because the