Three days passed in a flash.
During these three days, Zhang Xiaohao sat on the spirit boat, journeying forward without encountering any danger, and no poisonous creatures emerged from the river to ambush him.
However, the river was filled with countless toxins, combined with the dark green toxins in the air, which together unleashed even stronger poison.
Zhang Xiaohao sat calmly at the bow of the spirit boat, holding a book about the True Spirit Realm, which detailed some strange and unusual sights.
It was an ordinary book, but the content inside was quite interesting.
During these three days, besides eating and resting, Zhang Xiaohao spent the rest of his time reading, leading a relatively pleasant life.
With a flip of his right hand, he stored the book into the storage bag at his waist; Zhang Xiaohao had finished reading it.
Taking out a panda cigarette, Zhang Xiaohao lit it and squinted his eyes as he smoked, exhaling streams of smoke from his mouth one after another.
