A small wooden boat drifted slowly along a murky yellow river shrouded in thick fog.
Sitting in the boat and looking at the murky yellow river water around him, Bai Zhi was utterly speechless.
Karma came fast.
Just moments ago, he had been laughing at someone's predicament, and now it was his turn. At the very least, the other party knew where they were headed, but as for him... who knew where this little wooden boat was taking him?
Wongchuan could not be crossed. After discovering that the wooden boat had gone off course, Bai Zhi had tried several relevant experiments. But even Plush Cat, which could traverse any terrain, had become useless here in Wongchuan.
And flying over Wongchuan was even more of an act of courting death.
—To test that, Bai Zhi had specifically folded a paper airplane.
Swimming in Wongchuan was even more ridiculous. Bai Zhi had merely tried tossing an old sow into the river. In less than a few seconds, the sow struggled as it sank beneath the surface, and stark white bones could vaguely be seen beneath the murky yellow water.
Honestly, just as there were no useless Stand abilities, Bai Zhi felt that a book like [Postpartum Care of Sows] was actually quite useful...
So, left with no other choice, Bai Zhi simply decided to wait and see. Soldiers came, generals blocked them; water came, earth dammed it. If it was a blessing, it was no disaster; if it was a disaster, it could not be avoided. Who was afraid of whom?
And that wait lasted nearly an entire hour.
During that hour, the wooden boat carried him past many places: ruined stone platforms, grand halls reduced to ruins, seas suspended in the sky... the list went on.
Since he had nothing better