The great river was broad, and the little boat rocked and swayed as it broke through the waves toward the opposite shore.
The monk sat in the boat, frightened out of his wits, chanting scriptures without pause to comfort himself. After the endlessly rocking journey finally ended and they reached the riverbank, he nearly staggered ashore with trembling legs, badly seasick.
"Th... thank you, benefactor..."
"You're welcome. A pleasure to meet you."
Without waiting for the monk to finish his bow of thanks, she used both oars to steer the boat backward from the beach, turned its bow, and headed straight downstream. The little boat soon vanished beyond the horizon.
After gradually recovering, the monk always felt that something was off, yet could not figure out what.
After a long while, he shook his head and continued on his journey.
A month later, as she drifted down the river, the current gradually slowed.
With nothing better to do, she simply put away the oars, lay in the boat with one leg crossed over the other, and played a tune on her flute. From time to time, she used water control to guide the little boat downstream with the current—truly automatic navigation. Wearing a straw hat, she played at ease.
Bai Yujun felt rather pleased with herself and even thought of a line to describe herself.
A single tune broke the heart and guts; at the ends of the earth, where could one seek a soulmate?
She did not really need a soulmate. She merely thought the description sounded imposing. Drifting downstream, she was nearly at Jiangnan. Fortunately, it was far from Dianjun Mountain of the Demon Subjugation Sect. She had come cautiously to see whether there was anything fun around. Having escaped suppression and regained her freedom, of course she