Wei Shao, bare-chested, treaded water on the frothy waves, leaping like a flood dragon and stirring up white foam on the surface.
He swam all the way to Shangrao Wharf, straightened up and wiped his face, glanced at Liang Qu sitting atop the teahouse at the wharf without any reaction, took a deep breath, and dove back underwater, swiftly swimming back.
Liang Qu pointed at the receding figure of Wei Shao, puzzled.
"What's going on?"
The fishermen shook their heads.
They were only there for the spectacle without understanding the reasons behind it.
"I encountered him when I went out on my boat last midnight, only know that he's been swimming back and forth between Pingyang Wharf and our Shangrao Wharf."
"If you ask me, he lost at Floating Water to Master Liang and couldn't save face. He's probably training to come back for a rematch to—what's it called?—avenge his humiliation."
"To wash away the disgrace!"
"Right, that's the word!"
