บท 112: The Book of Nine Lotus

On the small boat, Shen Lian was dressed in his Dao robe, which blew in the wind. His long hair was let down on his shoulder. He looked just like a Dao practitioner in a Chinese ink painting.

There was a fisherman rowing at the back of the boat. He was dressed in a similar to the weird-browed man.

In front of them was a small building in North Lake. There was no melody nor singing coming from the building.

Shen Lian was on the deck. Unlike the surrounding which was well lit, there was no light there. It was quiet. The fisherman who was there before had left along with the boat, leaving only ripples behind.

The moment he arrived the bank of North Lake, there was someone waiting for him. He was then sent to this place using the boat.

He felt a bit odd. The word Cuiyun Pavillion was visible under the moonlight. It was beautiful and elegantly written.