Murong Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and turned around to look at the surging waves of the river, this Cheng River flowed towards Cheng Zhou, passing through the Jiang Zhou and Ming Zhou provinces, and has already become a permanent river. North of the Yong River was what was commonly called the Sixteen Provinces of the North, and as of now, nine provinces were under his control, the other seven provinces were controlled by the Ying army. South of the Yong River were the inexhaustible lakes and mountains rich in fish and rice. It was raining very hard, and a white mist covered the surface of the river, so that no one could see the other side of the riverbank. He called the Secretary of Water Affairs over: “Right now, the flooding situation is urgent, I only have a sentence for you – continue building that dam, if you do not build the dam, you cannot stay.”
That person was a civil government official before, and was so frightened that he could only nod. Murong Feng did not concern himself with that, and only said: “Let’s return.”