In heaven, the Dipper pointed to Bing: Grain in Ear.
On earth, marsh grass sprouted; plant it at Grain in Ear.
The sun leaped from the sea like an eternal, indestructible Golden Core.
When they walked together, they resembled a Daoist arena named "Sword Immortal."
The route leading to the Thousand Pace Corridor of the imperial palace was packed with people. The nearby avenues and alleys, wall tops, tall buildings, rooftops, even the trees—every spot suitable for climbing high and gazing afar was a teeming mass of heads. Many stood atop chairs and stools carried outside their doors, or on tables, while children sat on their elders' shoulders... They all wanted to see exactly who could take that National Teacher seal from Cui Chan's hands and sit in that chair at the Imperial Study Minor Court Assembly. They were curious, expectant, and worried. Whether this person was young and high-spirited or seasoned and prudent, could he truly bring greater prosperity to the Great Li Dynasty? Could he make the hoofbeats of the Great Li border army ring through the Savage World? Once he became National Teacher, would he overturn every established state policy from Cui Chan's time? Would he dare personally enter the battlefield and meet those fierce, brutal demons of the Savage Demon Race? Would the Savage World find his name entirely unfamiliar?
Logically speaking, the several city walls of the capital were the best places to "admire the view." From high above, one could take everything in at a glance. As for using connections to secure a spot on those broad-viewed walls and gain a near-water pavilion advantage—forget it. There was no room for negotiation. The people permitted atop the walls today were chosen not by office or family background, but solely by military merit. The Ministry of