Time slipped quietly by, and before long, the day of the centennial celebration of our Great Zhou had arrived.
Various National Day activities had already begun during the daytime, but through the newspapers, the people had long since learned that the main event would come after nightfall.
The sun sank in the west, and the sky gradually darkened. Normally, at this hour, the vast majority of citizens would have already gone home.
But today was different. Every lamppost along the streets and through the alleyways of Black Moon City was surrounded by crowds.
Some people had even sat beneath the lampposts since morning just to secure a good spot.
Those who arrived late could not squeeze in at all. They could only stretch their necks desperately from the outermost edge, rising onto their tiptoes to look inside.
Time slipped quietly by, and the sky grew darker and darker. As night descended, everyone was completely unprepared when the streetlamps lining both sides of the roads flickered several times before suddenly blazing to life as one, drawing a wave of astonished cries from everyone in the area.
Feeling the roar that suddenly erupted around him, the newspaper reporters who had already set up their cameras had no time to think. They hurriedly captured this truly historic moment.
At that moment, the brightness brought by the streetlamps illuminating Black Moon City's streets was far greater than that of the old oil lamps.
At some point, someone must have started it, because the onlookers lining the streets all began cheering loudly.
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!!!"
That night, the cry of "Long live the Emperor" continued to echo across the skies above Black Moon City!
The next morning, the latest issue of the newspaper sold out explosively, and that was merely