On the port, there were quite a few men, with hands clasped in prayer, pleading to the Wushan Goddess for favorable winds and rains this year.
Meanwhile, in a nearby teahouse, outsiders had been driven away, and fierce-looking men guarded the entrance.
At the square table by the window sat Lu Jiu of the Salt Gang, his face sullen, intently staring at the flower boat on the river.
"Master Lu, what shall we do?"
A nearby man looked anxious, clasped his hands and said, "I've already sent people over. The 'Fog Visitor' has vanished over at the salt field, this lead seems to be cut off."
"Those women going up the mountain must be surrendering, someone is sheltering them, and at that time Mr. Wang might also be unwilling to act…"
"Hmph!"
Lu Jiu snorted coldly, "Once aboard this ship, there's no reason to easily leave? This matter is beyond his discretion!"
"Let's go, follow me to the mountain. As long as this matter succeeds, glory and wealth are just ahead!"
"Yes, Master Lu!"
