The lake lay tranquil as a mirror, its clear waters shimmering beneath the blazing sun.
One boat after another floated upon the surface.
Song Wen stood upright at the bow of a small boat three zhang long, his eyes fixed on another small boat more than ten zhang away, like a dutiful guard at his post.
The small boat beneath his feet, like his body, did not move in the slightest, as though it had been nailed to the water.
The boat opposite him, however, was quite different. It had been swaying without pause, sending ripples spreading across the water, while high-pitched moans drifted out from time to time.
Song Wen raised his head and glanced at the dazzling sun high in the sky.
Three days had already passed. Ke Zheng had not let those five thousand Superior Spirit Stones go to waste.
Just as Song Wen was pondering in secret, the opposite boat's swaying gradually weakened until it finally came to a complete stop.
After a while, Fairy Zhizhen flew out from the cabin.
Her clothes were somewhat disheveled, and her jet-black hair was slightly scattered as well.
When her gaze met Song Wen's, Fairy Zhizhen forced a smile onto her face, then hurriedly flew away.
Song Wen rose into the air and arrived outside the opposite boat.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, Feng Xin requests an audience."
"Come in." Ke Zheng's lazy voice came from within.
Song Wen drifted into the cabin and saw Ke Zheng reclining halfway in a wooden chair. Several red stains remained on the low couch beside him.
A somewhat lecherous smile immediately appeared on Song Wen's face.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, you truly possess the vigor of a dragon and the ferocity of a tiger. I saw Fairy Zhizhen leave in utter disarray. These past few