The waterfall formed by converging mountain springs plunged straight down. Even beneath the battering torrent, the four words "Tianxia Chamber of Commerce" remained grand and majestic, displaying the Chamber's vigorous vitality. The creator of those four words stood by the cliff with his hands behind his back, "enjoying the brilliant sunshine" atop the waterfall and freely breathing the air of freedom.
"The waters fly straight down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven. Fine poem, fine poem!" Yue Qianchou, filled with poetic inspiration, could not resist praising himself a couple of times. He glanced at the four people watching him from above. Judging by their attire, they were still disciples of Jueqing Palace. He could not help muttering inwardly. With Jueqing Palace's influence, it was impossible for them not to have received the news yet. Cang Yunxin was probably still verifying its reliability. Otherwise, if he knew Yue Qianchou was running errands for the Immortal Emperor, how would he still dare send people to keep watch on him...
"To hell with it! Who's afraid of whom? I'm an imperial envoy now!" A streak of light shot up from the waterfall and flew directly toward the central plaza of Illusory Immortal City.
The sea of clouds surged like mighty waves, vast and boundless. Ten thousand mountains stood among them, while streams of light in every color rose and fell, fully displaying the extraordinariness of this most prosperous place in the Immortal Realm. The plaza bustled as noisily as a mortal marketplace. Mortals sold daily necessities, while immortals sold items for immortal daily life. That was the only difference—their levels were different, nothing more. Yet the greedy desires of the human heart ultimately led immortals and mortals down the same road...
Countless vendors filled the