After leaving Chongzhen Temple, Xu Xing changed his appearance and then boarded the Sea-Crossing Flying Boat, heading south.
As always, the Sea-Crossing Flying Boat in East Huangzhou took the Fengxi River as its main route, following the river downstream to Wangchuan Sea.
This time, when the Flying Boat passed over Fengxi Country, Xu Xing didn't just glance at it a few times as before, then withdraw his gaze and depart this familiar land with the vessel.
"Clear stream flows over the green mountain, the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn. Thirty miles apart from the world, white clouds and red leaves are as leisurely as ever."
On the Second Floor of the Red Dust Pavilion aboard the Flying Boat, Xu Xing looked at the poem inscribed on the wall panel, a smile gracing his lips as he recited a few lines in a low voice.
