en a long time." Shen Mu smiled at the youth standing on the river in midstream. The youth slowly opened his eyes, a look of bewilderment on his face. The old Yin Courier was stirred — when suddenly, splash! Yu sank beneath the water. A moment later he thrust his head out again, waving his arms and kicking, having swallowed no one knew how much water. The Yong's current was swift, its undercurrents fierce, and it swept the boy, who could not swim, away downstream! Shen Mu and the old Yin Courier on the boat were dumbfounded; abruptly they came to their senses: "Save him, quick!" After a while they brought a dripping wet Yu up and set him on the shore. Half-drowned, Yu retched again and again, spitting the water out of his lungs and panting heavily. Shen Mu and the old Yin Courier stared at each other; the old Yin Courier murmured: "His cultivation is ruined. It doesn't matter, really — he can cultivate it anew." After resting a moment, Yu rose and bowed to the two: "I thank both benefactors for rescuing me. Oh — by the way, you two, what did you call me just now?" The youth scratched his head bashfully: "I no longer remember what I am called."