In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
On the flat river channel of the grand Wuxi Canal, countless ferries and cargo ships were moving steadily under the warm autumn light.
On a merchant ship loaded with groceries, three sails swelled into an arc in the air, looking like things that a girl would feel very good about.
At the back of the merchant ship, there was a rope tied to the bow of a small black boat.
On the black boat, Daoist Xuanji's skirt was hanging in the air as she sat at the bow. She was holding a homemade bamboo flute in her hand and playing a tune. "Wuu~ Wuu~"
Beside her, the bird was lying lazily in a bamboo hat, swaying and basking under the autumn sun, humming along.
Under the boat canopy, Ye Jingtang was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, still recuperating.
