I Have a Small Spiritual Vein

In the second year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, a small black-peng boat was sailing slowly on the foggy lake. Thick white fog rose from the lake. Only the black fish oil lamp on the boat could illuminate the scene about ten meters in the white fog. The water under the boat was turquoise and the visibility was extremely low. The old man rowed the oar, watching the mist turn yellow, and said to the young man standing on the bow: "Sir, the sky is looking like it's going to rain, so you'd better get in the boat and take shelter. We're still half a stick of incense away from Badger Yard Island. I'll call you directly when the time comes." The young man hummed, turned around, and saw the man with a beautiful face, wearing a black cardigan, light leather armor and leather boots... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.