Chapter 890: The Morning of Destiny

In the early morning of the 28th, the dark grey sky was already beginning to lighten. The Qianjiang River was covered with fog and there was no wind. Several small boats were lined up with glazed lanterns on their masts, flickering orange and yellow lights in the mist, looking like will-o'-the-wisp fires from afar. The wooden oars paddled in the water, making a crisp sound.