On this journey to Domain Gate Palace, Qin He experienced all manner of supernatural events. He had thought only a brief moment had passed, but in reality, more than a month had gone by outside.
It was Cold Departure Festival once again, the most important holiday for the common people of Southern Jambudvipa. Legend had it that in the ancient age of the first ancestors, a sudden extreme cold had descended, freezing the continent for nine hundred years and leaving all living things devastated, civilization wiped out.
Later, the True Sun God descended upon the continent with nine Golden Crows. The Golden Crows circled above the Danzhou Continent, scattering the True Solar Fire and melting the ice cap, allowing civilization to revive.
To commemorate the day the True Sun God descended, the ancestors of the continent named it Cold Departure Festival.
It was an extraordinarily lively festival.
In the Northern Liang Capital, the entire city rejoiced.
At that moment, in one of the city's entertainment houses, the atmosphere could no longer be called joyous. It was sheer frenzy.
Onstage, a handsome young man pointed at the dense black mass of people below, spittle flying as he whipped up the tavern's mood.
"Tell me, where are we going?"
"Westward!"
"Westward!"
"Westward!!"
"What are we going there to do?"
"Rob!"
"Rob!"
"Rob!!"
"What are we?"
"Bandits!"
"Bandits!"
"Bandits!!"
"What is our goal?"
"Take it all!"
"Take it all!"
"Take it all!!"
"..."
The heady fragrance of liquor mingled with impassioned roars. The wine was green, and their eyes were red.
This tavern was the highest-class establishment in the Northern Liang Capital, one of the Northern Liang royal family's businesses. In the past, such a clamorous scene would have been stopped long ago.
Yet at this moment, the enormous tavern trembled in fear.