Chapter 162: Plundering the Faith in Light_1
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On the surface of East River, countless boats of all sizes were densely packed. Some had sails, some with oars, and some simply drifted with the current. Onboard were feeble and malnourished humans, males and females, old and young alike, all bearing the appearance of refugees.
East River was not an official name; it referred to the river that flowed into the Fallen Dragon Lake from the east. The river wasn't wide, at most twenty meters.
The depth of the water was not deep either, only capable of accommodating various medium and small-sized flat-bottomed boats. However, the journey wasn't entirely smooth sailing, some areas were too shallow, requiring boatmen or smaller vessels to tow the larger ones.