The next day…
The wind and rain stopped, the warm morning sun shone down from the sky, and the Cloud Dream Swamp welcomed the autumn light all over the lake.
The lake was as flat as a mirror, and the man and bird at the bow of the ship were reflected in the water.
Because Daoist Xuanji wanted to be a flower protector, it was rare for her not to drink too much. At this moment, she had set up a small table at the bow of the ship. There were brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone on it. The vermillion red wine gourd was placed beside her. She was sitting sideways behind the small table and raising a brush to outline the sea of people on Jun Mountain Terrace. Coupled with the light of the lake and the autumn sun, she looked like an otherworldly expert.
In addition, there was a long rod beside the small table with a thin string hanging from the top, going into the water to catch fish.
