The region was home to the source of the Qing River, which flowed through eight counties and spanned two commanderies.
Jingmen, naturally, was extremely prosperous.
This prosperity was plain to see from its port alone.
Though they arrived at Jingmen in the early morning, before the sky had even fully brightened, the brightly lit port was already a hub of clamor.
Chu Mu, who had been sound asleep, was jolted awake by the din.
Standing at the bow, he looked out at the boundless lake shrouded in darkness, and beyond it, the brightly lit port not far away.
Traveling merchants, porters, soldiers maintaining order...
The sounds of shouting, clattering, and lapping waves...
All this clamor and prosperity unfolded before his eyes.
Gazing into the distance, he saw that beyond the port lay an endless stretch of rooftops, disappearing into the horizon just like the dark surface of the lake.
"Go get ready. Take out the travel permits and the household registration records."
