Dugu Yifang's True Identity! The Divine Palace Runs Deep! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes 12)

Sunlight gleamed upon the willow branches as companions played amid the flowers.

Songs drifted near boats along the shore, while people walked and horses crossed the bridges.

Near the rebuilt Leifeng Pagoda by West Lake, the scene had completely returned to its former bustle, with visitors flowing endlessly through the area.

Though the late-autumn air was cold, tourists strolling nearby still came in an unbroken stream, leaving the streets of Hangzhou around West Lake packed with voices and brimming with life.

However, Leifeng Pagoda, which had only been rebuilt halfway and had yet to be capped, remained closed to the public. Great Song elite soldiers guarded it, while experts from Black Wind Stronghold and the imperial court stood watch. No one dared force their way in.

This was because the breach beneath West Lake leading to the natural barrier had only recently been sealed, and the many mechanisms beneath Leifeng Pagoda had not yet been fully restored. To prevent ill-intentioned people from infiltrating the place and causing further trouble, these precautions had been put in place.

Disguised as an ordinary martial artist, Jiang Dali walked through the bustling streets, deeply satisfied with Hangzhou's current prosperity after surviving the danger, as well as Yu Cheng'an and the others' efficiency.

From now on, even without the Divine Stone separating them, Tears of the Yellow Springs and Hellfire would no longer merge together and bring catastrophe upon the world. This truly counted as a great act of merit.

Although Jiang Dali had never sought merit or virtue, he still felt quite pleased to have helped the people of Song avert such a devastating calamity.

After all, this land truly had people who supported him wholeheartedly. They were also the foundation of his power.

He thought to himself that although very few people in