"Cultivators don't row, sounds like an old platitude or homily. Is it some clan rule?" He chuckled. "So you just moved the boat smoothly along the water with magical force. Did you move other vehicles, too? Could you move a horse cart? Or. . . the horse itself?" Grin. He's picturing the horse floating along the road without having to move it's feet at all, with a completely baffled look on its horsey face.