A boat drifted upon the lake; three friends drank wine and talked.
Two oars drifted far upon the wind; how, Min'an asked, would they return to shore?
That day...
The autumn breeze blew gently, wonderfully refreshing. Min'an sat in a small boat, drinking and laughing with two good friends he had met on his travels through the martial world.
After three rounds of wine, all three were a little drunk.
Watching the two oars the purple-robed woman had thrown away being blown farther and farther from the boat, Min'an sighed helplessly. "Cheng Pingping, you threw away my oars. How are we supposed to get back?"
Cheng Pingping smiled hazily, her cheeks flushed as though from the wine. Looking at Min'an's profile, she smiled again. "Don't worry... we'll have Cheng Caocao go down and fetch them later."
Cheng Caocao immediately sobered a little. He swayed as he stood, making the little boat rock violently.
Cheng Caocao immediately struggled to keep his balance and carefully made his way to the stern. He dipped a hand into the lake, then promptly pulled it back and shook his head. "No... the water's too cold! I'm your own brother. Don't you go setting me up!"
Cheng Pingping looked at Min'an, who immediately shook his head. "I can't... I can't swim!"
"Then let's drift with the wind! Whenever it blows us to shore, that's when we'll get off!" Cheng Pingping's smile could topple a city.
"Aren't you cultivators? Why would you need to get into the water to fish them out?" Min'an asked.
"The Dao follows the heart, too. Right now, our Dao tells us... there's no hurry to go back! Hahaha!" Cheng Caocao returned to the middle of the boat, sat cross-legged, and raised a cup of wine, draining it.
Min'an shook his head. After