Hanhai Prefecture.
A fine drizzle had fallen all night, nourishing the vast farmlands around the prefectural city. The wheat and grain planted in the fields were lush and green, showing exceptionally vigorous growth.
The farmers laboring along the fields wiped the sweat from their brows, unable to hide the deep-seated smiles in their eyes.
Barring any mishaps, this year would be another bumper harvest!
As if by prior agreement, they turned their gazes toward the Hanhai Dao Palace not far away, their faces unconsciously revealing reverence and admiration.
Since ancient times, Hanhai Prefecture, situated on Great Liang's frontier, had always been a barren land.
Its unbroken mountain ranges, arid climate, and occasional sandstorms meant that aside from a few oases, most of the region was desert Gobi, utterly unsuitable for growing crops.
Yet ever since this Dao Palace had been established, rainy days in Hanhai Prefecture had suddenly become more frequent, and the rainfall had been plentiful, nourishing the earth and bringing boundless vitality.
In areas around Hanhai Prefecture City that had originally possessed somewhat favorable conditions, vast tracts of wasteland suitable for cultivation had appeared outright!
Over a million refugees who had migrated from the three northern prefectures had thus been able to put down roots in Hanhai Prefecture.
Many people secretly spread the tale that Hanhai Prefecture's transformation from a lifeless wasteland into a land of favorable winds and timely rains was entirely due to this Dao Palace.
The Hanhai Dao Palace was not only Queen Wu Zhao's place of cultivation, but also the secluded residence of State Preceptor Wang Chen!
Two years ago, Princess Qingyun had proclaimed herself queen, changed her name to Wu Zhao, taken Wang Chen as her State Preceptor, raised the royal banner in Hanhai and West Sea Prefectures, founded the nation of West