Qian Wu looked down from the mountaintop, the river dividing the entire fishing village, with many blue-and-white corrugated iron shanties and sampans lining the waterfront, and decrepit motorboats moored everywhere. In the distance stood white wind turbines, the sea breeze blowing directly into his face, carrying an indescribable briny bitterness.
"It should be the Dragon Head here,"
he said.
Muni took a deep breath with his face turned upwards, then opened his eyes, "I can't smell anything."
