Lin Xingzhi lightly smiled and said, "The divine descent is true, yet the Water Dragon tale is but a fabrication of later generations."
"Ah? So how did Royal Brother-in-law Wu descend onto the Su State?" Chen Qian asked.
Not only was Chen Qian curious, even Lin Jiaojiao's curiosity was piqued; this divine descent onto the Su State was indeed unbelievable.
"The history books do not record."
Lin Xingzhi's words reminded Lin Jiaojiao of Daoist Taiping. Royal Brother-in-law Wu and Daoist Taiping did have one thing in common, both left behind deeds in history that were impossible to comprehend.
Seven days later.
On a rainy morning, the boat docked at the Hangzhou pier.
"Oh my! Isn't that our Chen family's boat?"
Several servants holding oil paper umbrellas were standing at the pier. The man standing at the front was dressed in a brocade robe. Looking at his face, he resembled Chen Huan somewhat, but their auras were completely different.
