On the eighth day at sea, the ship arrived safely at Hirado Port.
The ship had not yet entered the port when, from a distance, beneath the golden sunlight, a layered array of sails could be seen coming and going within the harbour, resembling the fish-scale clouds on the horizon. Drawing closer, it became evident that the ships were low-set, the buildings along the docks were also low-set, and the dense crowds weaving through them were like throngs of ants...
What a sight of a wide sky and competitive waves—a bustling, thriving spectacle!
For the Wei soldiers, who had never seen such a scene, it was startling, like stepping out from their mountain hollows into a big city for the first time and realizing how the world outside had developed into this imposing form.
Even Yang Tiansheng, who was usually fearless, now felt a sense of disorientation as if ready to draw his sword and look around in bewilderment, "Second Brother, with so few of us, where do we even start..."
