Longbows Seal The Mountain At Night

The moon was as cool as water [JW1].

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked down at the distant foot of the mountain and seashore. He gazed at the little boat rising and falling on the ink-like ocean.

His internal strength was powerful. His eyesight was startling, but he still couldn't see the boat clearly. Strangely, he seemed to be able to, across the vast distance, see the old man on the boat, his straw hat, and wiry whiskers.

Of the four Great Grandmasters in the world, he had only seen Ye Liuyun.

Once when he was young and in Suzhou. Each time it had been startling. Ye Liuyun was a carefree person. This night, he rode a boat across the waves straight toward them. Before his aura had arrived, his graceful bearing had already enchanted everyone.