Chapter 717: Remnants of the Grandmaster

The sky was dim, and the river was tumultuous with waves as hundreds of small boats braved the cold wind, dotting the river surface.

The Floating Water experts gasped for air, faces turning purplish-red before plunging back down, leaving only bubbles swirling behind.

Each of these experts possessed the strength of a Galloping Horse and, placed in any gang or Martial Arts School in Cangzhou, could have commanded some respect, but now they, under the orders of the Family Head and leaders, had abandoned their tasks to scavenge for sunken ship items in the freezing weather.

The beginning of April was not as harsh as January or February, and though warmer, the water could chill a person to the core.

"Hey, when the big shots stomp their feet and wave their hands, we little folks suffer and are scattered a hundred miles apart."

"Someone was the best in the world at eighteen, and you were haplessly running errands at eighteen – what can you do?"