The remote Ascending Cloud County had now become increasingly lively.
Even the common folk buying and selling goods on the streets could see that Ascending Cloud County was different.
Quite a few people dressed like martial artists lingered in every corner of Ascending Cloud County, each with the fierce air unique to those of the martial world on their faces.
At the sight of them, many commoners kept their distance, not daring to meet their eyes.
Recently, Ascending Cloud County had become more and more crowded, and the yamen runners had begun patrolling more frequently, ensuring that nothing unusual happened when the Grand Tomb opened.
Since that village incident, no Fox Demons had emerged to stir up trouble again. While this let Chief Constable Zheng and the others breathe a sigh of relief, it also made them even more cautious.
The reason was simple: the less likely trouble seemed, the more likely something major was brewing.
Just like before a storm, when the weather was always as calm as a water surface without a ripple.
In all of Ascending Cloud County, the one with the most leisure on his hands was actually Shen Bai.
Every day, Shen Bai repeated the same orderly routine.
Eating, opening the shop, grinding proficiency for his divine abilities.
His self-discipline was terrifying.
Ever since Qin Shuang had first started minding the shop, Shen Bai had tirelessly kept grinding away even during the day.
Qin Shuang seemed to have resigned herself to it as well, willingly tending the shop for Shen Bai every day.
But as time passed, Qin Shuang suddenly felt that this mysterious and powerful man before her was actually rather ordinary at certain moments.
If any other man possessed such formidable strength, he would probably have long since stirred up a great uproar