The largest mountain on Qingshui Lake had been casually named Qingshui Mountain by Zhou Xu.
To a great extent, Qingshui Mountain divided Qingshui Lake into two. Only by moving all the way to the westernmost point could they follow the outer waterway around Qingshui Mountain and reach the great lake outside Black Moon City.
At this point, it could basically be confirmed that when Zhou Xu had departed Black Moon City in a hot-air balloon to survey the lake, the mountain that had blocked his view from afar was the very one now standing before him.
Because of the hot-air balloon's fuel limitations, they had not approached it at the time and had immediately turned back.
Otherwise, this waterway could have been opened up back then, and who knew how much trouble they could have saved themselves.
But the limitations of the conditions at the time had been right there. Playing the Monday-morning quarterback now was useless as hell.
Thinking of this, Zhou Xu could not help showing a hint of emotion as he watched Qingshui Mountain draw closer and closer.
Following the route they had long since confirmed, the large ship sailed around Qingshui Mountain in an orderly manner and continued onward.
He remembered seeing quite a few traces of primitive tribes living along Qingshui Mountain's shores when he had been in the hot-air balloon.
Of course, they were gone now.
The exploration forces of Great Zhou had long since completed basic surveys of the various mountains and islands on Qingshui Lake. Basically, the primitive tribes living in these places had all been incorporated by them.
There were not many of them. Even combined, there were only two or three hundred people, and for Great Zhou as it was now, they could be settled with ease.
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