New Yu Era 1325, twelfth month, the twentieth day, noon
Twenty li east of Longxiang Ferry, the piercing cold wind swept across the surface of Tongtian River, ruffling it into a series of ripples. Although it's called a river, if one found themselves at its center, surrounded by boundless waters, they would estimate that most people would feel no different than being at sea.
Suddenly, on the river, three large and four small – a total of seven water patterns moving from north to south appeared, following a set trajectory. Ordinary people might think there were giant worms moving in the water, but if a Martial Artist were here, they'd realize that there was actually nothing under the water.
The seven water patterns paused for a moment, then turned westward and proceeded for more than ten li, stopping only when they were roughly in sight of the outline of Hexi.
Afterward, three aged voices emerged from thin air above the river:
