Qufeng Gorge.
The southeast had many waters and mountains. Mountain roads were rugged and difficult to traverse, so transport mainly relied on waterways. The closer they got to the region where the imperial army and rebel forces clashed, the more vessels they saw. A thousand sails raced across emerald waves, carrying shiploads of supplies and anxious new recruits and young men to the front. Occasionally, streaks of light flashed through the sky—cultivators from every direction, come to help stop the demonic cultivators.
Looking down at Qufeng Gorge from the sky.
Piercing through layer after layer of thin clouds and mist, they saw the slender river twisting like a swimming dragon, sailboats upon sailboats breaking through the waves against the wind!
Bai Yujun, standing blankly at the prow, desperately wanted to leap into the great river for a blissful swim. She seemed to be growing fonder and fonder of great rivers, as though some nameless voice in the dark kept urging her to hurry into the water and play.
The ship was large, with two decks.
Chu Zhe and Yang Mu stood high beneath the sails, gazing ahead. Bai Yujun maliciously guessed that the two must be talking grandly and pointing at the realm, striking heroic poses.
What a wonderful place. If only she could get into the water and play for a while...
The finest thing travel could offer was the scenery along the way: temporarily forgetting those damned worries and endless tasks, looking at mountains and water, feeling the cool breeze carrying the scent of moisture, and doing her best to savor this rare leisure before the coming bustle.
The great ship passed through Qufeng Gorge.
Once they entered inhabited regions, the sights on both banks could only be described as ruined and desolate. Great battles had swept over