The wind was gentle and the sun shone brightly, causing the sails to billow.
As the shadow of Yunyang Prefecture grew smaller and smaller, the elderly boatman finally removed his bamboo hat and walked into the cabin.
A tall figure with weather-beaten skin darkened by years of exposure to the sun, his face bore wrinkles from age. Though clad in a tattered, coarse blue garb, his white hair was neatly combed, lending him an impressive aura.
"Senior, we are at your presence."
Everyone promptly stood up.
"You are too kind," the old boatman replied with a hearty laugh, saluting with clenched fists, "I am Zhang Shuisheng, friends in the trade bestow upon me the title 'Fast Ship Zhang.'"
Upon hearing this, Li Yan and the others instantly treated him with great respect.
Matters concerning Xiang Man'er in the pugilistic world were not to be taken lightly.
