Chapter 855: Two Years
Two years.
A high tower.
There was wind.
It stirred the dark golden strands of hair hanging down.
And set the hem of his robe swaying.
The young man appeared even more composed, his eyes like two stars—not so bright, yet eternal and unwavering.
"The wind has risen."
"The higher one stands, the clearer the wind becomes." The young man stood atop a lofty bell-and-drum tower, gazing into the distance.
The blazing sun on the distant horizon slowly rose, melting the mist that had not yet dissipated into a golden sea. Rows upon rows of buildings, pavilions, and towers clustered into glimmering golden waves that surged toward the horizon.
As far as the eye could see lay the territory under the Sixteenth Hall's jurisdiction.
He was like a golden sovereign, standing at the highest point of his palace and surveying his kingdom.
His Dharma robe was likewise dark gold.
Meng Zhi did not know when he had begun to favor gold.
He rarely wore Dharma robes of any other color. They were either dark gold or black gold.
There was not much difference between the two. No matter which he wore, he dressed with impeccable neatness, every detail in place, as though donning battle robes and armor for himself.
Of course, with his current status, he no longer needed to dress himself.
In just two short years, the Sixteenth Hall had undergone a complete transformation.
If it had once been nothing more than a rundown Daoist temple, it was now like a rising empire entrenched in its domain. Yet Meng Zhi knew clearly that this empire did not belong to him.
Many of his people had been transferred from the other fifteen halls, with the greatest number coming from the Thirteenth Hall. More than half of