The river water surged, like a galloping dragon, crashing east and west, slapping against the shore and hitting the reefs, its roaring sound audible from several miles away.
In June, during the height of summer, the scorching sun hung high. Chen Mo and his new bride stood on the deck, enjoying the river breeze. Though their hearts were anxious about the affairs in Qingzhou, there was nothing they could do while on the river, so they sought enjoyment amidst their urgency.
Just as Chen Mo was about to embrace Wu Mi, emulating that scene from the movie Titanic with Jack and Rose at the bow of the ship enjoying the breeze.
Upstream, several warships appeared, blocking the way ahead and obstructing the waterway, making passage impossible.
Chen Mo frowned slightly, and Sun Meng behind him looked shocked, quickly stepping forward to await orders.
