At this ferry, there is only one divine being guarding the place, with white hair and an aged appearance, leaning on a hook and scythe spear while sitting on the wharf. Several monks nearby are also waiting.
The old god, upon seeing the Star Shuttle approaching, lifted the hook and scythe to latch onto the Star Shuttle, bringing it closer to the dock.
The boatman jumped to the shore, offered the old god several sticks of incense, and said, "Thank you, Dao brother." He also handed him some money.
The old god accepted the incense, crushed the money in his hand, and a surge of extraordinary power burst forth from it, invigorating him greatly.
A deity like him, were it not for guarding a transportation hub like this ferry, would have long been forgotten by the world, his divine power dissipated, and faded away with age. The boatman, possessing considerable strength himself, offering incense to him could be seen as extending his life.
