The world spun on, and time flew by. In a flash, three years had passed.
On this day, a grand festival was being prepared on the banks of the Da Long River. The air thrummed with the sound of gongs and drums in a scene of bustling excitement.
Gentry and villagers from all the surrounding areas flocked to the newly built Dragon Girl Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.
In recent years, the Da Long River region had been blessed with favorable weather.
In the past, the river would flood every rainy season, breaking through the dikes and submerging the fertile fields.
Those who live by the mountain eat from the mountain; those who live by the water eat from the water.
The Da Long River stretched for eight hundred miles, cutting through Zhenbei Dao. When it raged and overflowed into a disaster, the people on both banks suffered immensely.
