Locally known as the "Pili River," this great river weaves through the mountains here, creating a terrain where mountains and waters intertwine, becoming a true ghostly place.
It is said that when the enemy invaded years ago, the mountain people and resistance forces here used the terrain to hide within the ridges of Iron Spear Mountain, causing the enemy to conduct fruitless searches multiple times, even getting lost in the mountains.
In the afternoon, on the not-quite-wide surface of the Pili River, a ferry slowly approached.
The boatman, wearing a fisherman's hat that covered his already thinning hair, had an old face like dried orange peel, full of the marks of time. Speaking in heavily accented Mandarin, he shouted toward the cabin.
"Guests, we're almost there!"
Inside the cabin, Chen Yan sat with his arms crossed. Upon hearing this, he opened his eyes and glanced at the small figure beside him.
