Lóng Tiānkōng

Hǎiyáng City appeared on the horizon as a series of small buildings and a pier with several ships already docked. The sailor in the bird’s nest had spotted it first. Wu Jian had seen it several hours after the man called down to let the rest of the crew know. What happened after that was all the sailors bustling about to ready their ship for docking.

“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it?”

The person who had spoken was Shao Yimu. Wu Jian had not spoken to this man all that much, but they had passed each other by on occasion. All the man would normally do when they met was smile and nod a polite greeting. Why was he talking to Wu Jian now?

“What’s a sight?” asked Wu Jian.