The river wind surged, and two tower ships led the way, their broad bows cutting through the oncoming waves.
A hundred river dolphins followed closely by the sides of the ships, their smooth, grey backs emerging in succession from the water, with several soldiers pouring fish from wooden basins into the depths below, often causing the dolphins to leap.
A few basins of fish were hardly enough to satisfy these sprite monsters; it was merely a method employed by the Fishing Tax Office to foster rapport.
Apart from the splash of water and the whipping sound of the flags, no other conversation could be heard throughout the entire tower ship.
They had just set out, and from top to bottom, the martial masters remained in a state of high tension, most opting to stay where they belonged, none daring to run around wantonly.
Liang Qu was guided by soldiers to the top level of the tower ship, where he found an expansive view.
