The great Guangling tide, the Buddha's light on Emei's Golden Summit, and the pilgrimage to Wudang's Great Summit were renowned as the three great wonders of the age.
Great Yan Reef offered the finest view of the first-line tide in all the world. Today, there would also be a review of the Guangling Navy, with Zhao Yi, Prince of Guangling, attending in person.
When the tide surged into the funnel-shaped bay, an armored warship of the Guangling Navy would lead its crest inward. At Zhao Yi's command from the reviewing platform on Great Yan Reef, drums would thunder as soon as the vessel and the tidal crest came faintly into view, creating a magnificent spectacle of ceaseless waves and rolling drumbeats.
Nobles, officials, and commoners along the banks could all see a white line of surf moving from east to west across the river, a pale rainbow spanning its breadth. The crest rose steadily as it advanced, reaching as high as forty feet near Great Yan Reef, almost blotting out the sky.
Xuantian arrived somewhat late. Every suitable vantage point along the riverbank was already packed with people.
By then, the crest of the first-line tide had arrived, a vast, boundless surge of breathtaking grandeur.
"Make way! Make way!"
Just then, more than thirty cavalrymen in gleaming armor galloped over. Many commoners who failed to dodge in time were sent flying by their warhorses.
These men were skilled riders, conspicuous with sabers at their waists and crossbows on their backs. They were clearly elite troops under Zhao Yi.
Following them came a brocade-clad nobleman on a blood-sweating steed, his face bloated and his body swathed in fat. This notorious man was none other than Zhao Yi's son, Zhao Biao.
Zhao Biao looked toward Xu Fengnian's party, who had also arrived