Young Master Nan and the old members of Bright Mountain Sect hadn’t left. They stayed in the pavilions and halls, waiting for Shi Chun. While they waited, they stood at the highest point of the city, gazing into the distance.
The scene of the new city before them stretched out like a magnificent painted scroll unfolding. Seeing such a sight again, Tong Mingshan was especially emotional. He was a Commander overseeing a prefecture himself, but his place couldn’t compare to this one.
It had caused his subordinates to grow somewhat disloyal, all feeling his position might not last long. No wonder they all slacked off. Fortunately, the awe-inspiring reputation he had forged during the Grand Amnesty War still held.
Though his subordinates slacked, none dared to openly cause trouble yet. When Shi Chun appeared, freshly bathed and dressed in new clothes, everyone immediately rushed forward to greet him. Though Old Man Chai Wenwu wasn’t qualified to stand at the front, his bowing and scraping attitude was the most conspicuous among them.
The smile never left his face. Young Master Nan voiced the question on everyone’s mind.
"Brother Chun, what’s the situation in Yanfu Prefecture?"