The river wind roars, and the pillars of air shoot straight upwards.
Waves circle layer upon layer, surrounding the Royal Ship, rocking it and slapping the hull, incessantly pushing away the auxiliary ships nearby!
"Protect the ship! Protect the ship!"
"Get the ship closer, quickly get the ship closer!"
"Formation, formation!"
The commander quickly guides and shouts, the helmsman braves the wind and waves, maintaining the fleet.
The phenomenon comes suddenly, with a cacophony around the royal ship.
Just now, the winds were calm, in an instant waves surged turbulently!
Who?
What happened?
Why now?
Pot plants, vases, screens, and paperweights slightly trembled, the screen shifted, window paper bulged outwards, finally unable to bear it, suddenly opens.
The room reveals a large hole, air rushes out, spilling onto the river surface, toppling the screen, the screen crashes down, knocking over the vase, the vase shatters, water flows across.
The Holy Emperor remains solemn.
