"Master Jiang, since you have come, why not come forth and meet an old friend?"
As Jiang Dali heard the commotion from the water, a lilting, melodious voice also carried over from the nearby water surface.
All the disguised mountain bandit brothers on lookout on the deck also cast their attention to a boat approaching slowly from a hundred yards away, their expressions changing one after another.
The newcomer was able to project their voice clearly from a hundred yards away.
Such power was no small feat.
On the deck of the distant boat, Zhu Yu Yan sat silently in a Taishi Chair, draped in heavy gauze, the very picture of tranquil leisure.
Jiang Dali's calm yet authoritative voice emanated from within the cabin, each word reaching across the hundred yards without fail.
