Squeak! Squeak...
Crash! Crash...
The oars rowed again and again, bringing waves of sounds of cutting through the water.
The wooden paddle was shaken, and every stroke brought up a splash of water that fell on the quiet lake surface, creating layer upon layer of ripples that spread out in all directions and disappeared into the misty and vast water surface.
Three large-sized boats, lined up in a line more than ten feet apart, broke through the layers of fog and moved in an orderly manner across the lake into the mountains and waters.
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