Dragon Lord: Are You Capable This Time?

Deep blue waves stretched above his head.

The sound of rushing water filled his ears.

This scene had appeared once before, in the memories the wooden boat had shown Shen Le after he had initially repaired it.

But this time, Shen Le was not in a dream—he was here in the flesh. He lunged forward and gripped the helm tightly, his palms sweating:

Little wooden boat, where are you!

Where are you taking me!

Which waterway are you following—before I could even react, you took me and plunged into the water. You didn't jump into a sewer, did you?

Even if you jumped into that little river beside Nanhua Street, you would have had to fly up first, then dive into the water!

And how big am I now, exactly—you shrank me by several times? Don't tell me it was really a hundredfold?

From a thirty-meter wooden boat down to thirty centimeters—then I must have shrunk proportionally too. Am I only a little over one centimeter tall now?

But—

Before he could make sense of it, the Little Oil Lamp jolted violently and shot out a streak of lightning. Shen Le jumped and hurriedly freed one hand to clamp it tightly:

"Don't make trouble! Don't make trouble! Wait until we get there! Don't start fighting halfway and break the boat—who knows where they are right now!

"What if we're at the bottom of the Yangtze River, or at the bottom of some other great river—"

If it broke the wooden boat, the crushing weight of the water would come down directly. He had water-element Talismans, so he would not drown, but the wooden boat he had worked so hard to repair would be ruined!

And if it broke and reverted to its original form, surfacing directly—or if the Comb Rod