In Yishouyuan's mind, a scene from the Taian period of the Jin Dynasty emerged: a fisherman in a boat drifting leisurely along the water. With his ordinary Mandarin level and his own emotional rendering and imagination of the atmosphere, he pointed his finger towards the bank, as if there grew rows of peach trees...,The next moment, Yi Shu Yuan was engulfed by countless streams of water. He struggled to paddle, but couldn't float up. Instead, the more he paddled, the faster he sank, as if he were weighed down by lead, plummeting into a terrifyingly deep and dark abyss, like a gaping maw ready to consume him.,Ice How could there be ice But Yi Shumen had no time to think about it at this moment. He saw that not far from the shore, he struggled to kick water and swim over, but he was already exhausted and his limbs were stiff. He barely managed to lie on the shore, but he had no strength to get up. He could only gasp for help with his chattering teeth.。