The vast, surging Xuanjiang flowed for thousands of miles, emptying into the East Sea.
A line of carriages appeared on the banks of the Xuanjiang.
A dozen or so people stepped down from the carriages.
These people were all clad in Xuan Yang official robes. The styles varied, indicating their different ranks.
"This is the Xuanjiang. The Xuanjiang Water Court is just three li upriver."
Fanghua said, gazing at the churning waters of the Xuanjiang.
The roar of the river was deafening, but fortunately, they were all masters of the Martial Dao and were able to hear him clearly.
Bai Yuan nodded.
The Xuanjiang Water Court was the domain of the Xuanjiang Aquatic Race. It was their equivalent of an Imperial Palace, a place of utmost sanctity that, in the hearts of the Aquatic Race, was no less revered than the Imperial City.
