The Black River stretches for eighty miles, its waves surging and crashing. A gentle breeze ripples the water's surface, causing the reeds to sway and rustle.,The damp, cold mist gathered into clumps, and in no time at all, it soaked through Bai Qi's rough homespun clothes.,...that kind of finely woven fishing net made of silk, used to catch large quantities of fish.。