Bells from a lone mountain temple ring out beneath the birds in autumn,
people follow the huge barge amidst the evening river waves.
In less than five days by boat heading south, the Hengshan Sect party arrived from Congyang to Jiujiang Prefecture.
Filling the boat with the hues of autumn, the lake's brilliance spread across ten miles.
Passing along the canal, cities, towns, villages, and markets were in sight of each other for miles.
Especially in bustling areas, cries of vendors reached inside the boat, glances of disciples swept over the shops, teahouses, and restaurants.
Songs from flutes and laughs from singing girls wafted from the slowly moving flower boats, blending with the landscape.
In the past, when escorting valuables, Zhao Rong would never linger no matter how beautiful the scenery, only offering it a passing glance.
Now, with a heart as vast as the sea and a spirit as high as the sky, he couldn't help but gaze freely, smiling at a flag swaying on the riverbank.