Chapter 725 The Three Saints

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Big ship?

The rain fell on his shoulders, creating small grey spots and a clammy feeling surged into his lungs. Liang Qu's heart stirred and he took two steps forward.

The sharply sloping eaves cut through the daylight, and under the leaden clouds, masts intertwined with rigging stood erect, like a field densely packed with telegraph poles, stirring the mist along with the rivers lying dormant.

Golden-feathered eagles braved the rain to circle overhead, eliciting a hint of admiration from Liang Qu.

He had never seen masts so sturdy and lofty, numbering no less than a thousand by mere estimation, plus countless smaller ones. Below those masts, what immense ocean-going fleet must it be?

"Brother Shui! Big news!"

The horse with a mane of blue tore through the curtain of rain, its reins pulled taut, hooves striking white streaks, gliding past the cobblestone, struggling to stop.