“Hey, hey, have you heard?”
Song Chang Geng, a newly inducted disciple of the Mo Sect, sat there sipping a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup when he caught the hushed voice of a big brother at the next table lean in and say, “Did you know? This is a huge secret. Don’t you dare tell anyone.”
The burly man’s eyes gleamed with pride as he lowered his voice:
“I heard the Emperor himself is coming back!”
Song Chang Geng sighed.
Though the man called it a secret, the volume was far from quiet — probably loud enough to be heard a mile away.
Song just held his bowl, focused on slurping the noodles, and instinctively nodded.
Couldn’t blame him.
This was the eighteenth time today he’d heard this “secret.”
Earlier mentions came from the Mo Sect’s professors, passing farmers, senior disciples, instructors from the Motian Sect teaching him martial arts, and more.
Frankly, it wasn’t much of a secret anymore.
The entire Jiangnan region knew about it.
These days, Jiangnan was livelier than ever.
Even the common folk wore smiles on their faces.
When chatting away, there was one topic no one could avoid discussing:
The Qin Emperor, having intercepted and defeated the enemy’s war god Jiang Su, was returning victorious.
Good news indeed!