However... before resisting outside forces, one had to first secure the home front.
Preparing a few plans was enough. The rest could only depend on adapting to circumstances.
Thus.
Three months later, at the end of the ninth month of Steward Wang Yu's fifth year in his career.
The Flying Cloud Boat arrived in a vast, unfamiliar region. At a glance, countless green reeds were swaying in the wind, growing in very shallow waters.
At its shallowest, the water had only just covered one's toes, while at its deepest, it only reached an adult's neck.
This region stretched a full three thousand li.
It was also known as—[Three Thousand Li Reed Marshes]!
The waters were broad and shallow, clear yet not fertile. Only tiny fish and shrimp the size of a thumb survived in these waters, and even when one occasionally encountered a large fish, it weighed less than ten catties. Paired with Cloud Ridge's unique dense fog...
From afar, it truly seemed as though one had arrived in an immortal realm.
The dense fog clung to the water surface, and fishermen poled their canopy boats as if rowing through the Sea of Clouds. The scenery was so beautiful it beggared description; any casual glance was a marvelous ink-wash landscape painting!
"Good place~"
Wang Yu was enchanted at a single glance. His hands itched unbearably, and just as he took out the Ghost Wail Flute, he nearly forgot its traits and hurriedly switched it for an ordinary flute.
He played in the sky, while fishermen drifted in boats through the Sea of Clouds.
Between stillness and motion, there was an inexplicable harmony.
His spirit seemed to have been cleansed. As the profound changes of his flute artistry deepened, he vaguely felt as though he had touched upon the method of