As the steamship docked along the Xiang River, Zhu Wencong looked up at the distant mountains; at this moment, Yuelu was still a forest.
"The scenery here is truly beautiful!" Su Yanqiao stretched her waist, indeed mountains, water, and homes were all present.
At this time, Star City was just a small city, only thoroughly awakened with the expeditions and returns of the Xiang Army.
On the bustling wharf, laborers carried heavy goods, vendors shouted loudly, everyone seemed busy.
As soon as Zhu Wencong stepped off the ship, he could feel the eyes of people at the wharf staring at him, his lack of a braid making him appear extremely alien.
The common folk were long accustomed to the braid at the back of their heads; suddenly seeing someone without one, they found this person very strange and fearless.
