Eight Divine Hands: Heavenly Dipper Information

Early morning:

Chu Qing first returned to the Tenth Ring.

Mingyue practiced diligently.

The mysterious principal sat atop the Earth Tower, lost in thought.

Zhao Wuji threw out heaps of black gold, acquired many greatswords, and led a group of people to seize territory.

In truth, the Tenth Ring was the slum among slums.

There was no industry here.

Nor could they collect protection fees.

But it had one advantage: plenty of people.

Zhao Wuji occupied one Earth Tower after another, gathered up all the young people, and prepared to train them into cannon fodder. When Chu Qing needed them, he could shove them out to die.

When he saw Chu Qing return, he reported, "Master Qing, over the past two days, people from outside the Tenth Ring have been making inquiries about Mingyue."

Chu Qing thought for a moment. "Then clear those people out."

Zhao Wuji nodded.

Chu Qing added, "Speed things up."

"From now on, you must know about everyone entering and leaving the Tenth Ring."

"Any outside force that wants to do business in the Tenth Ring must go through you."

"Otherwise, clear them all out."

Zhao Wuji was excited.

The Imperial Capital's Tenth Ring was simply enormous.

It was even larger than prefectural cities and provincial cities.

If he truly managed to take control of the Tenth Ring, then he too would count as a notable figure in the Imperial Capital.

It would be a thousand times, ten thousand times better than being a hall master and working for a merchant guild.

"Master Qing, rest assured. I'll definitely get it done."

Chu Qing nodded. "If there's something you can't handle, go find the principal."

"He has the ability."

Zhao Wuji nodded forcefully.

Chu Qing left, stepping through the wind and snow as he headed straight for