Ning Tian Prefecture, West Gate Docks.
Today, the scenery on the river was as usual. Ships came and went, and thousands of sails swayed. The docks were busy and lively.
Mei Zhanqing carried her luggage as she rushed to the docks. At this moment, she had already changed into a set of martial attire, with a leather hat and a sword at her waist. She had totally changed her identity to become a pugilist from the martial world, not a daoist.
She was travel-worn and walked in a hurry. She glanced around before hurriedly jumping onto a small dark boat. She threw a silver ingot to the boatman and shouted, "Stop chatting. I have an urgent matter to attend to. Set off immediately."
When the boatman who was resting heard that someone had boarded the ship, he wanted to ask further, but the words he was about to say were smashed back by the silver.