Groups of sturdy, dark-skinned men with braided hair were laboring to move things on the dock.
Among the wooden ships, there would occasionally be a white, metal ship mixed in.
The puffing sound of steam engines rose continuously.
At a glance, Lin Xin felt as if he had suddenly returned to Earth, just in a different era.
On the docks, one could occasionally see foreigners under the escort of soldiers, walking towards another concession in the city, laughing and chatting, with some even having carriages waiting for them.
This was completely different from the other dirty and cluttered dock area.
Over there, people were cleaning everywhere, and it was so clean that it was almost impossible to see any dirt.
"Where is the Origin... exactly?"
Lin Xin frowned slightly, constantly pondering in his mind and expanding his spiritual sense to scan everything around him.
