The prolonged sound of a steam whistle broke the tranquility of the night.
The maritime port of Tianmen City handles goods by the tens of thousands daily, with merchant ships and freighters streaming in and out day and night.
Kong Ting, wearing a trench coat, sat in the passenger waiting hall with his hat brim lowered to cover his face.
At seventeen, he saw the sea for the first time in Dengzhou, where a big-nosed Foreign Priest confidently told him that the sea would never freeze.
At thirty-seven, he saw scientific publications issued in Tianmen describing the northernmost seas as permanently frozen for thousands of years, eternally unchanged.
The so-called knowledge concocted by the Foreigners lacks foundation, needing to be overturned every few decades. Not only is it self-contradictory, but it also leads to relentless disputes.
Only the words of the Saints endure through the ages, clearly superior.
