"Gang Leader, is this really the River of Time?"
A ragged man in tattered gray clothes standing behind the man in a black robe spoke, revealing a conspicuous set of yellowish teeth.
"Of course, it's your first time here, feeling strange is perfectly normal."
The man in the black robe had his hands behind his back, walking on the River of Time as if strolling through a garden, leisurely and at ease.
Etched on the back of the black robe were three gilded characters—"Heaven-Bombing Gang," the writing was casual yet grand, those three simple characters exuded an air of boldness and dominance, full of swagger.
Meanwhile, Duan Jiude with his set of old yellow teeth walked cautiously, treading lightly with each step, afraid of falling into the water if he wasn't careful.
"Gang Leader, what material are these shoes you gave me made of, that they can resist the corrosion of the Water of Time?"
