Hoisted a seven-foot stele, and anchored the twin-wheel watermill. By the sluice gate, the waters trickle ste…
Hoisted a seven-foot stele, and anchored the twin-wheel watermill.
By the sluice gate, the waters trickle steadily. On the docks, the boatmen's chants echo in rhythm.
Wise men choose the right side. Perhaps you should apply to Jade Serpent Hall.
Here, no wind ever stirs, no waves can rise. Here, no waves raging, and storm is long gone.