"Knock, knock, knock..."
The wooden door of the cabin was gently knocked upon, and the boat's captain's soft voice arose outside the door, "Master Yanzu, we have arrived at Hangzhou."
Within the cabin, Yang Ge, who was meditating with the Cold Moon Treasure Saber across his knees, awoke from his trance. After regulating his breath for a moment, he slowly exhaled a refined turbid breath, which instantly turned the empty room white.
With a breath expelled, he got up, picked up his bundle and bamboo hat, and hung them on himself, then fished out two one-tael silver ingots from his purse to clasp in his palm before sliding the door open.
The boat's captain, still waiting outside the cabin door, bowed politely with an air of admiration and familiarity, "I apologize for disturbing Master Yanzu, it's my fault."
