As the boat docked, the young scholar bowed to Zhang Yan and loudly said, "This Daoist, are you looking for a ferry? Why not travel together with me on my boat?"
Earlier, Zhang Yan had cast another divination upon the river, determining that the cause and consequence lay with this couple. Thus, he did not refuse and smiled as he nodded, his robe sleeve briefly sweeping. Without any visible movement, he was already standing on the boat. Following closely behind was Zhang Pan, who maintained his position firmly at Zhang Yan's rear.
The young scholar initially saw Zhang Yan and the Daoist boy still dozens of feet away, but suddenly, in the blink of an eye, they appeared right before him. Shocked inwardly, he thought, "My wife was right; this Daoist does seem to possess some Daoist cultivation."
