Jiangbei, Binzhou.
Above the hundred-mile Binhai, a lonely figure was rowing a boat on the Binhai Imperial Lake, surrounded by undulating mountains. Though the mountains were not high, they stretched unendingly.
The figure on the solitary boat held a fishing rod, hanging motionless, almost poetic, as if the boat had crossed countless mountains amidst the ceaseless cries of the monkeys on both banks—if only the boat were not motionless.
At the moment, on the shores around the Imperial Lake and other rugged areas, the figures of people had filled the space. Even many fishing boats had been hired, carrying people and anchoring in the shallow bays. Looking as far as one could see, there were sparsely a thousand people, and the number was still increasing.
On the fishing boats by the shore, people occasionally used binoculars to observe the figure on the solitary boat in the center of the lake.
