The setting sun cast its last rays, and the evening clouds painted the water, leaving half the river bleak and the other half crimson.
True Monarch Lu listened quietly to the ferryman's words, remaining silent.
The surging river currents rocked the black-canopied boat. In the glittering light shattered by the wooden oars, both large and small fish vied for space.
"Sect Leader, time waits for no one. The Innate Sect has only this one Daoist.
If we were to appoint another, how could we ever catch up to Zhang Yuansheng, who has already secured his position?"
The ferryman chuckled and said:
"Rest assured, Junior Sister. The Daoist has caused the Taifu Sect a great loss of face and pleased the Ancestral Master. How could I dare trade him away?"
True Monarch Lu was half-convinced. Her Sect Leader Senior Brother had always been a man of profound thoughts, fond of making unorthodox moves that left his opponents unable to decipher his strategy.
