The next morning, three suns rose from the horizon of Qingyuan, and the Ziyang Prefecture, which had stood here for thousands of years, welcomed an unusually bustling stream of people and vehicles.

The Qingyuan Sect was on the verge of becoming a major sect in Zhenzhou, its liveliness rivaling the days when it was the old capital of Great Shang.

Even the storytelling Mister under the bridge had improved his skills significantly.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Ranking was something you could buy with money, but recently, many preferred gathering under the bridge to listen to crosstalk.