Li Xian muttered, "Mysterious and peculiar." Then he settled into the floating wooden house. On the west side, there was a narrow room with an old wooden bed, a yellowing wooden table, and a copper candle holder. By now, the sky was gradually lightening, the warm sun rising in the east, the lake surface gentle and tranquil.
Li Xian found no good way out of the lake, so he decided to go with the flow, practicing the Ghost Doctor's path without hindrance. He thought to himself, "This seemingly convenient teacher indeed has remarkable skills. Since he doesn't wish me harm, and the lake itself is dangerous, learning medicine under him for now seems quite good."
