At the dock, the rescued woman reunited with her family.
Overwhelmed with joy, the woman suddenly turned back toward the dock, but the little boat was nowhere to be seen. Looking into the distance, she saw a tiny figure rowing, carrying the lonely girl at the bow into the white mist over the river, as though they had never existed in this world...
"Same world, different fates. If fate allows, we'll meet again."
Bai Yujun muttered to herself. The boat vanished into the vast watery mist, while Iron Ball sang a fisherman's song, still as grating and ear-piercing as ever.
In calm waters, the pangolin rowed and played in the water. In swift currents, they simply caught a few fish spirits and water monsters to pull the boat. Even when injured, Bai Yujun could still frighten water monsters into working with sheer presence. Thus, certain fishing villages along both banks of the great river spread tales of a female ghost commanding water demons to drag her boat at breakneck speed, traveling a hundred li a day beneath concealing mist.
The scenery along the way was magnificent, but unfortunately, her coughing and chest pain kept her from playing the flute in harmony with it.
Life was like journeys of unequal lengths. One should not rush so frantically as to miss the scenery along the way. How many idle moments could one have in a lifetime? All one could do was remember the beauty on the road before reaching the end.
At night, they lodged beside a fishing village, within a grand scroll of wind and smoke.
There was scenery along the road, and there were disturbances as well. The great river had its own rules—though if you were not human, there was no need to care.
They focused only on their