In the blink of an eye, evening arrived.
Beiting Avenue had already gathered many of Qichuan's residents. Their purpose in coming here was nothing more than to watch Qichuan's Voice.
The crowds surged, and the clamor never ceased.
"Say, is this Qichuan's Voice really as interesting as you said?"
"Why would I lie to you? It's almost time anyway. Just watch it yourself."
"I heard our country has started trading with the Huoyuan Empire. I wonder if that's true."
"Of course it is. Some time ago, I even saw merchants from the Huoyuan Empire coming to Qichuan."
"Make way, make way! Ice velvet fruits for sale, three Silver Coins each, ten Silver Coins for three..."
Luo Chuan sat in his chair, watching the scene outside the window as he took a sip of iced Cola.
He had come here in person because he was somewhat curious about the scene.
It had to be said, it was indeed lively.
Fortunately, the room had soundproofing arrays inscribed within it, blocking out the noise from the street. The arrays would definitely have to be shut down later, though.
"It's so lively, like a festival," Bu Shiyi remarked.
The Tianxing Empire also had all sorts of festivals, though there were not many worth celebrating on such a grand scale.
As far as Luo Chuan knew, the entire country would celebrate on the day the years turned over.
Bu Lige was not here. He was currently in the temporary broadcast studio set up at Tang Yi's home, preparing for the upcoming Qichuan's Voice broadcast.
"It's starting." Luo Chuan took another sip of Cola.
As soon as his voice fell, the crystal screen flickered a few times before an image appeared.
It was not the scene from Qichuan's Voice's studio, but rather...
"Wanyao Hall, a shop