What a magnificent scene: torrential rain, rolling thunder, fierce winds, clouds swirling, a young solitary figure on a lone boat with a sword, facing from afar golden scales, shimmering light on the waves, auspicious clouds, colorful radiance, and the heavens protect the Jade Girl.
The water splashes densely, cold mist bursts forth. A girl comes riding a dragon, her sleeves fluttering, high and lofty. Li Xian frowns tightly, his expression calm, standing on an iron boat, steadfast amidst the wind and rain.
Zhao Ranran asked loudly, "Are you Li Xian?" Her voice resonated from the clouds and mist above. The torrential rain beat upon the lake's surface, producing the sounds of "hua hua," "shua shua," and "pa pa"; her voice, naturally harmonious, lightly reached the ears, as pleasant as an immortal's music.
Li Xian, however, detected an air of superiority in her tone. He replied clearly, "I am."
