Python Water Bay was only half a day's journey from Lianjiang City. The so-called Python Water was a great river that connected to the West Sea.
The enormous bend in the river had been turned into a harbor town, which was how Python Water Bay got its name.
Besides the town, dozens of fishing villages in the surrounding area also depended on the bay to make their living.
Even Lianjiang City was no exception. Trade through the bay's docks had made it prosperous.
Of course, that had all been part of its former glory.
Now, the western frontier was repeatedly attacked by Moon People warships, while increasing numbers of bandits and river pirates plundered the area without the slightest scruple.
Trade and merchant ships had naturally dwindled. The docks and harbor, once bustling with life, had grown much quieter.
That day,
sea and sky vanished beneath a blanket of mist.
Suddenly, a large ship with a silvery-white coating burst out of the fog, appearing silently above the bay.
Then came a second, and a third!
Every ship was packed with people.
Some had blue hair, others white. Their skin was pallid and bloodless, and faint blue glimmers shone in their eyes.
They looked human, yet they were unlike ordinary people—especially the subjects of the Great Wu Dynasty.
Most wore armor and helmets and carried war spears and greatswords. Metal clashed ceaselessly as they moved about.
"The Moon People are here!"
"Quick, go back and report to the County Magistrate!"
Several messenger birds took flight overhead, while scouts on horseback galloped away below.
News of the Moon People's ships appearing at Python Water Bay spread rapidly.
On the deck of one of the ships, a burly man over two meters tall, with long hair hanging loose, stared coldly at the approaching