The fleet sailed south along the Lancang River, and the journey went quite smoothly.
The river was wide, the current was gentle, and green mountains stretched along both banks; the scenery was quite nice.
For the first few days, it was calm and peaceful, and they didn't even see a shadow of any river bandits.
Steward Qian was happy to be idle, drinking tea and watching the scenery on the boat every day.
Guest Elder Tu Gang maintained his icy demeanor, spending most of his time meditating in the cabin.
The fat old man, Hou Tong, couldn't sit still; one moment he was fiddling with his compass, and the next he was shooting the breeze with the boat hands, talking about where the best Spiritual Veins and the most abundant medicinal herbs were in the Southern Frontier.
Fang Hao wasn't idle either; aside from his daily Cultivation, he studied Formations and occasionally chatted with Hou Tong to ask about the local customs of the Southern Frontier.
