"Ferryman, no matter what, thank you." Lin Tian stepped onto the shore, speaking sincerely.
"No need to thank me, it's just fate. Take care on the journey ahead." the Ferryman said.
Lin Tian picked up Xiao Manxuan and was about to turn away when the Ferryman suddenly called again: "Young man, wait a moment, it's fate that we meet, I have a gift for you."
Lin Tian was surprised, and as he turned, he saw something flying toward him. With one arm holding Xiao Manxuan, he reached out and caught the object.
He opened his hand to look; it was a blood-red bead, cool to the touch, otherwise unremarkable. If tossed onto the street, it would likely be mistaken for a glass bead.
It was curious to receive such a gift abruptly, and Lin Tian looked up to ask the reason when he suddenly found the Ferryman was nowhere to be seen, along with the small boat.
