The setting sun sank in the west, and the autumn breeze carried a refreshing chill.
A leaf boat on the Ten Thousand Mile Yangtze River drifted away, seeing its guest into Quzhou.
With a light tap of his foot, Lin Su transformed the leaf boat floating downstream into the character "boat," drew it into his brow, and made it vanish without a trace.
After entering the Literary Realm, any character he casually wrote could become tangible. But he was rather lazy—too lazy to write, so he simply summoned them! Every kind of word he had written was engraved within the Literary Realm. Whatever he wanted, he only needed to retrieve it at will.
By now, he truly bore the air of an immortal.
If he wanted a boat, he found the character in poems, ci, or essays.
If he wanted fire, he found the character in poems, ci, or essays.
Madam Lin stood on the Steps as usual...
The moment he saw his mother at the main gate, Lin Su suddenly felt as if a little boat had returned to its harbor...
No matter how many thousands of miles a boat traveled, the sight of Mother meant home!
His mother's smile was so radiant beneath the setting sun.
Little Zhou gave a loud shout, "Third Young Master has returned to the estate!" It was just as familiar as ever.
Lin Su arrived at his mother's side in a single step and spread his arms. "Mother!"
"You've been away for over three months! This is the longest you've ever been gone from home!" A glimmer of tears shone at the corners of Madam Lin's eyes.
"Yes. Actually, I returned to the Great Cang Capital City once midway through, but I had no time to come home. Mother, have you been well..."