Nighttime.
Nanbo Bay.
The lights are hazy, clouds drifting.
On the calm water surface, suddenly a ripple arises.
Gradually, the water waves become fierce, the ripples dense.
At this time, a small boat emerges from the thick fog.
The small boat slowly sails out.
The wooden boat is very small, with an antique lantern hanging at its head; only the wick has been replaced by a bulb.
On the boat, only one person stands, hands behind his back, yet the boat continues to slowly move forward.
The butler on the shore involuntarily becomes excited, waving and shouting, "Seventh Young Master!"
The man on the boat slightly turns around, and under the lantern's glow, his features are revealed.
This is a man dressed in a light golden long robe, appearing to be about twenty-five or six years old, with a cold and stern face, his eyes fixed on the butler, showing some displeasure.
The butler shudders in fear, quickly bows his head, not daring to look at the Seventh Young Master.
