Even so, the level of autonomy in this place is absurdly high. It rarely concerns itself with Pingyang Prefecture and directly seeks South Zhili in case of need.
But today is different.
An uproar ensued.
The people of Lanzhou were utterly astonished.
A mountain!
A "ship" as massive as a mountain!
Cold mist lingered, flags flapped fiercely—like a valiant shark bursting into a school of silvery fish!
Above the harbor.
An iceberg slowly drifted by.
All ships instinctively furl their sails, halt their journeys, and silently watch, expressing their reverence.
When Long Binglin brought the Ice Spring to the Imperial Capital, he hadn't passed through Lanzhou but instead took the shortest route—up a tributary in the middle reaches of the Huai River, directly cutting into the canal. But now, traveling to Pingyang, things were different.
"This is odd."
On the deck, an old man with rotting teeth gaped in disbelief.
