Bai Li's voice was unhurried, like a gentle breeze brushing over the slightly sultry late spring, bringing a refreshing drizzle.
Zhang Xia looked up, only to see Bai Li standing at the bow in a blue Daoist robe, a wooden hairpin holding back her long hair, her figure as thin as a piece of paper.
Bai Li waved casually and levitated a plank from the boat, which lightly placed itself between the dock and the large ship: "Come aboard."
The old boatman waved to the dockworkers, who had been crowding around both sides of the dock. They immediately dispersed, some carrying goods, others repairing sails and cables, as if nothing had just happened.
Zhang Xia shook the reins, and Zaozao stepped steadily onto the large ship over the plank. Reaching the deck, she looked down at Bai Li without speaking.
Bai Li looked up at Zhang Xia on horseback, also silently watching without speaking.
