The long boat sailed with the wind, the water flowed gently.
The young man wore a profound robe, with a sword at his side, his spirit restrained, sitting quietly in the black canopy, his garment hanging calmly on both sides, as peaceful as the expression on his brows.
"Young Master Li~~" The boatman nodded courteously, greeted him, and then pushed the bamboo pole, setting the green water in motion.
Yet in his words, there was a faint, barely perceptible hint of contempt.
Everyone knew that Young Master Li was Master Li's apprentice.
And why he was taken in as a disciple by Master Li, it had long spread outside, and that was caution.
On his first day in the Black Market, he went home sick, thus escaping the Wei family's assassination.
But the girl named Wen Xiaoqiao who was partnered with him wasn't so lucky.
Master Li was old, wanted to pass on his legacy, so he chose this cautious and fortunate young man... luck definitely played a part...
