"Thump, thump, thump—"
The outside erupted with thunderous drumbeats.
Chen Sansi wiped off the makeup on his face, left the cabin, and came to the deck to check the source of the commotion.
They had been sailing for more than a month.
This place was in a narrower section of the Tongtian River, where one could clearly see thousands of common folks gathered on both banks. Among them, many strong men bared their upper bodies, wore red scarves on their heads, and held drums in their hands, forming orderly lines and stepping rhythmically in a dance-like manner, as if they were performing some sort of grand sacrificial ceremony.
"Tongtian Dragon King."
Yan Changqing explained, "From the south to the north, the habits of the common people differ greatly. In the southeastern regions, because the people make a living from the waters of the Tongtian River, they especially worship the Dragon King."
"Tongtian Dragon King."
Chen Sansi had read about it in books.