Autumn wind, autumn rain.
Su Water.
The river's surface was shrouded in mist, as the black-canopied boat swiftly headed towards the shore.
Zhou Yi stood at the bow, gently pushing with the long pole, unable to hide the look of disappointment on his face.
Some days ago, he had received word from the Jinyiwei that a white jade turtle had appeared along the shores of Su Water—a legendary auspicious beast not far from Divine Capital. Zhou Yi had taken leave to investigate.
Having finally caught the white jade turtle, he discovered that it was a man-made auspicious sign!
"Who knows whose brilliant idea it was to inlay thin slices of white jade on the turtle's shell and even intentionally carve the Eight Trigrams into it?"
Zhou Yi admitted the craftsman's skill was remarkable, as the jade stone and turtle shell seemed inseparable; ordinary people couldn't tell the difference at all.