The floodwaters hung in suspension without falling, towering some three hundred feet high, a truly terrifying sight! They then swirled, converged, and spun, forming a bowl-shaped wall of water all around.
At the very bottom of this watery bowl sat the osmanthus ferry and a cluster of small boats carrying various guests.
On the flowing walls of water, the body of a golden flood dragon, a hundred feet long, loomed in and out of view. The roar of the dragon echoed incessantly, making the hair of every passenger stand on end. Some of the more timid ones were paled with fright, their livers and gallbladders nearly split asunder by terror!
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