"Meeting again means we are fated. Take it. It can shield you from sun and wind and rain, and it can also count as ferry fare."
The young female cultivator accepted the paper umbrella in a daze. She only knew that the other party ought to be a senior, but no matter how carefully she searched her memories from childhood to now, she could not recall having met her before.
She wanted to ask for more details, but the Mysterious Girl said nothing further.
Hurriedly setting down the paper umbrella, she cupped her hands and bowed.
"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing this treasure."
The other merely nodded with a smile. The young female cultivator had often heard that many senior Immortal True Persons behaved strangely, and casually gifting treasures was hardly unusual. She simply had not expected to encounter such a thing herself. According to certain rumors, upon receiving a senior's reward, one must never cling and pester them. What was originally a good thing could turn sour if one greedily tried to push one's luck and ended up making a clever move only to spoil it.
The little boat soon filled up. Everyone paid various supplies as ferry fare, and the young female cultivator diligently activated the formation, guiding the wooden boat as it set off toward the immortal mountain beneath the night sky.
Though the young female cultivator was exhausted, she piloted the boat steadily enough. The wooden boat's formation stirred up mist as it swept over the hills.
A fine rain, soft as crisp pastry, began to fall over the immortal mountain.
Beneath the night sky, mist swiftly spread across the water, while the mountains appeared and vanished like an Ink Wash Painting.
The enormous lotus leaves beyond the immortal mountain gave off a faint glow. Upon