This tower ship is at least ten zhang tall, with carved beams and painted rafters, intricate corners, pavilions, and towers, fully equipped, just like carrying a massive palace.
What is even more astonishing is that this tower ship is not some mystical spiritual treasure, but completely built using human craftsmanship.
Such a spectacle, who knows how much labor and resources it would consume.
This gigantic tower ship breaks through waves and mist from behind, pushing aside endless green waves, making Chen Kuang's solitary small boat in front of it seem exceedingly tiny.
With his heart moved, Chen Kuang did not respond to the cheers above but turned around to look at the bow of the small boat.
The raincoat fisherman who should have been rowing with bamboo poles was nowhere to be seen, and only that empty lamp hung there, gently swaying in the wind.
Wen Si has already left, indicating that his task is completed.
Is this the place he was to bring Chen Kuang?
