As dusk fell, the remaining light scattered, casting fleeting shadows, like crossing gold lacquer. The elegant, light boat approached the flower boat, and the person on board tapped their toes, soaring gracefully upward, flying lightly, and then stepping forward steadily onto the deck.
The flower boat drifted along the river, the deck empty and devoid of human traces. The sails were rolled up, and no one knew of the guest arriving, as silent as before.
The person headed straight to the cabin, their steps graceful as if exceedingly familiar with the ship's structure. Through narrow passages, they chose their turns carefully, walking east at times, west at others.
They must have mastery of geomancy, layout…
Ye Cheng suddenly had a premonition, pushed aside the beauty beside him, causing the ladies to exclaim, their garments scattered. Ye Cheng casually picked up a couple of pieces, draped them over himself, slipped on his shoes and socks, and walked out briskly.
