Their Own Masters

"...Let's enter the city."

After a long silence, Venerable Shengtian spoke.

Although this method of promotion had opened her eyes, it was still too early to draw conclusions. When she had first arrived in Shangyuan City, the prosperity displayed by the capital had likewise left her in awe. Yancheng lay on the eastern coast of Shenzhou and had taken in so many refugees; the city's appearance was bound to suffer greatly. That would also allow her to see Princess Guangping's governing methods more clearly.

On that point, she still had considerable faith in the Salvation Sect.

More than a hundred thousand refugees had already been brought back to Baiyao Mountain in batches. Settling them in Skywell in an orderly fashion, providing for their food and clothing, and training them into warriors capable of holding back Evil Spirits—all of it required exceptional ability and means. Though the Pope was now so weak that he could no longer move on his own, his wisdom still shone brilliantly.

After registering, the "caravan" camped outside the city, while Venerable Shengtian passed through the western gate with Li, Luo Qingqing, and the others, entering Jinxia Inner-City Avenue.

"Fresh meat buns just out of the steamer! Anyone want to try one? They're filled with the finest fresh fish, only five jiao each!"

"Come taste Master He's cooking! They're all small dishes—take whatever you want!"

"You Province specialties! Roast goose and grilled liver, delicious and fragrant! Would you like some, honored guest?"

The moment she stepped onto the stone-paved street, boisterous cries washed over her, instantly filling Li Mengyun's ears. Matching them was an extraordinarily crowded stream of people—the road, a good three or four zhang wide, had been divided into four opposing carriage lanes. It was a size fully comparable to those in the Capital Region,