By the light of the setting sun, Ye Jingcheng descended from Puppet Mountain. Having learned the precise reason, he felt somewhat relieved.
At least now, he was no longer completely in the dark.
Looking at the market in the distance, Ye Jingcheng unexpectedly felt the long-forgotten urge to stroll through it.
After all, by his reckoning, he had not been here for more than sixty years. When he came a few days ago, the matter of the Jade Union Sect had made everything far too rushed.
He disguised himself as a Foundation Building Cultivator and entered the market as well.
Compared with before, Xiao Mountain Market had far fewer cultivators.
The entire market had become somewhat desolate, its former bustling, worldly atmosphere fading considerably.
Moreover, the pedestrians on the streets all came and went in a hurry, lacking that leisurely air.
It seemed they were all somewhat wary of the newly arrived prefecture lord.
However, what pleased Ye Jingcheng was that whether it was the Sky Sand Treasure Pavilion, the Array Pavilion, or the Sky Dust Wine House, their business was exceptionally good. Though not quite crowded to the doors, there was at least an unending stream of customers coming and going.
Whenever he occasionally overheard words of praise for the Ye Family, Ye Jingcheng nodded, his heart settling even further.
Unlike other families, the Ye Family imposed rigorous training upon clan members in the Commerce Hall.
To receive the Commerce Hall's salary, they had to at least pass the Five Trials established by Ye Jingfu.
They were the five trials of greed, arrogance, tyranny, dullness, and despair.
Thus, the clan members here might not have high cultivation, but they gave every cultivator all the pomp and face they deserved.
Among shops that leaned on their family's prestige and put