「Ten days later. Yihai Country, Yihai City.」
Wen Qingye stood aboard a small boat. He wore a Black Iron Mask that hid his face. A small canopy shielded him from the glaring sun, and a boatman leisurely rowed at the front, his movements exceptionally skilled.
Ahead lay a bustling, lively scene. The clamor seemed to shake the very heavens. The surroundings were filled with boats and waterways, but these rivers were like roads—extremely wide and crowded with countless vessels. An array of strange and magnificent sights of the sea city entered his view.
From several towering pavilions, women waved their handkerchiefs, laughing softly as they looked down. The scent of rouge drifted through the air, joined by the dull, heavy sounds from taverns and the fresh aroma wafting from teahouses.
Yihai Country was situated on a main channel of the Mingzhu Strait, making it a renowned city on the sea.
It was a picture of peace and prosperity, filled with song and dance.
