The great river surged tirelessly, day and night without pause. Plumes of smoke from the homes on both riverbanks curled into the sky, while fishermen on the river gently rowed their small boats towards home, singing sonorous fishing songs.
Lu Yu strolled leisurely along the shore, gradually the sun set, and the moon rose, the fishermen who had toiled all day were now in the land of dreams, with silence all around except for the ceaseless roar of the great river.
Suddenly, a huge dark shadow appeared on the surface of the river; it was a giant turtle rising from the riverbed, consuming the essence of the bright moon in the sky.
If a timid person witnessed this scene, they would likely be frightened into fleeing headlong—it was indeed a bit terrifying to see the fierce-looking giant turtle ingesting the moon's essence, clearly a demon knowledgeable in cultivation.
