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... a bamboo raft.
Although it’s simple and crude, it’s unexpectedly useful.
Jiang Hui stood upon it, without feeling any jolts, steadily stopping in the middle of the great river.
He held a bamboo pole in his hand, using no force. The narrow wooden plank seemed to have grown wings and sped away. Within moments, he had already distanced himself from that lonely island.
The river was astonishingly calm, and the water surface reflected the sky above, murky and chaotic. ...
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