The river surged turbulently, with light snowflakes drifting down.
Li Yan wrapped in a fur coat, stood on the deck, feeling the biting cold wind blowing against him. He saw a thin mist hovering over the river, both banks adorned in silver, and merchant ships bustling back and forth.
"The weather this year is really strange!"
"In previous years, we'd only wear cotton-padded jackets around this time, but this year, it's so comfortable, snowing continuously, freezing like dogs..."
A short and sturdy man emerged from the gangway, seemingly complaining about the weather, but actually looking at Li Yan, wanting to start a conversation.
He was the ship master of this vessel.
At the section where he accompanied the river and the Qiongjiang River intersect, Li Yan stopped him and boarded a few people on the ship.
The place was surrounded by wild mountains and sparse forests, startling him, thinking it might be robbers blocking the road, almost drawing his knife.
