The ship was moving at lightning speed, and it cut into Gu Xijiu's lane in the blink of an eye. It blocked Gu Xijiu's carriage from moving forward.
After half a year, Gu Xijiu finally met Di Fuyi again.
Di Fuyi was sitting inside the ship. He was wearing a purple robe with a mask on his face. His silver hair was beautiful under the snow.
His aura was as strong as usual, and he was like a deity watching the world from a higher altitude.
The citizens quickly bowed to greet him, and Long Moyan also got down from his horse to do the same.
Gu Xijiu was at the same level as him now; hence, she did not have to get down to greet him. Therefore, she quietly sat in the cabin and shifted her gaze away from his silver hair.
This time, there was only Mu Feng and a young man in a black robe inside Di Fuyi's ship.