Four hours later.
Zhang Xiaohao ate his fill, set down his chopsticks, and calmly looked at Hong Yi.
"From today on, you will be my servant and address me as Young Master." Zhang Xiaohao ordered.
"Yes, Young Master! Hong Yi obeys!" Hong Yi responded respectfully.
"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao calmly called out.
With a wave of his right hand, he gathered up all the things at the bow of the boat.
The Spirit Boat continued its journey downstream.
Zhang Xiaohao reclined on the lounge chair, holding a book about the strange tales of the Spirit Realm, carefully reading it.
Hong Yi stood behind Zhang Xiaohao, holding a large fan, fanning him, her two smooth, jade-like hands occasionally picking up a washed fruit and placing it in Zhang Xiaohao's mouth.
All of Zhang Xiaohao's attention was focused on the book in his hands.
Reading increases one's knowledge and nurtures one's righteous spirit, making it stronger and more robust.
