The fine rain pattered on the surface of the Black Dragon Pool. In the darkness of night, a mist rose from the water, creating an exceptionally serene scene amidst the mountains and water.
A jet-black flower boat gently drifted in the Black Dragon Pool, a few silent boatmen rowing the oars.
At the bow, a person stood quietly on the deck. Clad in a black long robe, holding a tree-root shaped wooden staff, his long hair tied simply behind his head, exuding an aura of confidence and calm.
At this moment, another black canopy boat quietly approached.
On the boat, a grey figure gazed from afar at the swaying lanterns on the flower boat, a smile appearing on his face.
With a light tap of his foot, the grey figure suddenly glided over like a soaring goose, landing on the bow in an instant.
The grey figure landed silently at the bow, chuckling softly, "Brother Xiang, just as expected."
