The sunset glow spanned thousands of miles.
At Huai'an Wharf, the fleet of the Upper Right Thousand Household Office was docking for supplies.
Yang Ge lay on his back on the deck of the ship, resting his arm under his head. Laughter from Fang Ke dealing with the officials of Huai'an echoed in his ears, while the splendid sunset that dyed half the sky red unfolded before his eyes. Below him, the large ship gently rose and fell with the waves...
In a state between sleep and wakefulness, it was as if all troubles and regrets had vanished in an instant.
Only a single pure thought danced freely along the thread of memory.
In his daze, it seemed as if he saw once more Ma Liu's final strike.
That powerful cut that summoned a water dragon several zhang high!
In his mind, that strike was frozen in time.
The colors and scenery around it were stripped away one by one.
Only that streak of saber Qi remained, like a beam of light stretching across a dark space.
