"The vast waters of Yunmeng connect to the sky, suddenly I hear the lone cry of a wild goose through the cold mist. The boundless lake hides all traces, a solitary leaf-like boat returns to the mortal world..."
The young man standing alone at the bow of the ship appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years of age. He wore a crown of black silver engraved with chi patterns and a moon-white archer's attire with cloud and thunder motifs. Tied around his waist was a belt of rhinoceros horn and engraved gold, and on his back was a three-foot-three longsword with a silver dragon head hilt. His back was as straight as a halberd, and he stood like a solitary pine. His dark brows slanted sharply, and his phoenix eyes shined like stars, as he gazed at the cloud-enshrouded, mist-covered lake expanse, as if watching water birds soaring in the sky, or perhaps pondering the uncertainty of his future path.
"Young Master, a letter from Jiangdu."
