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The Dagan's Changning eastern sea mouth.
On this day.
The sky was high and the clouds were pale; the wind was mild and the sun was bright.
On the turquoise sea surface, ships came and went like shuttles, bustling with activity.
The sizes and structures of these ships varied greatly; there were both ancient wooden sailing ships and giant ironclad ships with steel frames and thick armor. Their contrast was striking, yet they blended harmoniously, like countless stars adorning a brilliant galaxy, displaying a special charm as if time and space intertwined.
At this moment.
A large wooden sailing ship with the Zhou Dynasty flag was passing through the estuary and slowly sailing into Peace River.
This sailing ship seemed to have some years under its belt; the wooden planks on the hull were deep and dark, with a few mottled scars, even the white sails hanging from the mast appeared slightly yellowed, full of a sense of history.
