The boat swayed in the water.
A pot of liquor was quickly finished. Even with Ou Yangming's cultivation, after drinking the pot of immortal brew, his dimples were a little red, and his head was a little heavy.
Nonetheless, his eyes were bright like the stars.
After drinking the liquor, he could start talking.
The old man pulled the bamboo pole and said first, "May I know how to address you, young friend?"
"Just call me b*stard," Ou Yangming said with a smile.
The old man's eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life as he praised, "Young friend, you're truly a wonderful person. I've been ferrying on the Tianlan River for so many years and have met all kinds of people, but there are very few people like you. In fact, you're considered one in a million."
"Old man, you are flattering me..." Ou Yangming responded humbly.
After a proper exchange of greetings, the atmosphere became more cordial.
