The water waves suddenly surged forward and then rolled back. With such back-and-forth pushing, the Float Iron Boat swung back and forth, gradually loosening. Finally, a strong wave rushed backward, and the boat broke away from the reef.
Though the boat's hull was worn, it was not yet seriously damaged. Li Xian sighed: "Truly, Dongran Lake is formidable. Even if we retreat further west, we are bound to hit reefs again. Though I remain unharmed, this boat cannot endure."
The Ghostly Garment of Spirits enveloped the compass, setting a northern course. Li Xian dared not underestimate the deadly peril of the lake, fiercer than dragons and tigers. Sailing north for about half a day, the thick fog began to dissipate, revealing the time of dusk.
Li Xian gazed at the setting sun, the remnant light evoking a sorrowful feeling, "This farewell, whether I survive or not, the next time I meet Sister Liuli, it is unknown which time or world it will be."
