The gentle rain, like smoke and mist, is silent and quiet, slowly soaking the entire An Province City in its embrace.
Gao Xuan holds an oiled paper umbrella, standing quietly by the lakeside, watching the endless scatter of rain.
The lake is emerald green and crystal clear, with small boats drifting leisurely on the surface, the opposite shore lined with verdant willow trees, distant mountain white aura billowing, resembling an Immortal Realm.
A small boat drifted to not far in front of him, a charming young girl shouted to Gao Xuan, "Junior Daoist, are you heading to the other shore? I can take you there."
The girl thought for a moment then happily smiled, "It's free, you know."
The girl is dressed in men's short shirts and long pants, with her snow-white calves exposed. Her hair is casually tied into a bun, with strands of fine hair drooping over her forehead and temples, soaked by the rain to stick to her face.
