章節 633: Seventeen Rebellious Princes

The red of the river flowers at dawn surpass fire.

(TN: A line from 'Remembering Jiangnan' by Bai Juyi. The following line is "The river waters in spring are as green as bluegrass.")

It was currently still late at night, yet a gaily-colored red flower was quietly blooming amongst the numerous blue-green waves.

Two people were standing at the bow of the ship. One was a man dressed in the attire of a scribe, with a red flower, real or made of silk, tied to his pinkie finger. The other person was a Daoist nun, her age difficult to tell. Her appearance could be considered delicate and pretty, yet there was a vicious aura about her that engendered disgust in others. The horsetail whisk she held in her arms gave off a terrifying Qi of extinction, somewhat contradictory with her appearance.

Chen Changsheng recognized the Daoist nun, knew that she was Wuqiong Bi of the Storms of the Eight Directions.