Clear Wind Valley
Clear Wind Branch Pavilion of Junxin Pavilion
Though it was only a branch pavilion of Junxin Pavilion, even a branch pavilion held an extremely high position in the Nine Profound Domain.
All the nearby forces, large and small, had to scramble to curry favor with it.
Every hundred years, these forces had to pay tribute to Clear Wind Branch Pavilion.
As the saying went, there were no coincidences in a book. Just as Chen Changan arrived here, he happened to come on the day these forces paid tribute.
That was why Chen Changan's appearance didn't seem out of place.
"I've always heard about these things, but this is the first time I've seen the tribute ceremony."
"I wonder how many resources these forces will offer."
"Tribute every hundred years? They're really peeling us like an onion, layer by layer."
That interval might have been acceptable elsewhere, but this was the Nine Profound Domain. A hundred years? How many resources could they accumulate in a hundred years?
They might not even have enough for themselves, yet they still had to pay tribute to Junxin Pavilion. It truly left many people struggling under the burden.
But they only dared to be angry in silence. They had no choice—the consequences of refusing to pay tribute were more than they could bear.
And Junxin Pavilion's purpose in doing this was to further suppress these forces, keeping them completely under its control and giving them no chance to rise up. That way, there would be no rebellion.
"Things pushed to the extreme will inevitably turn around."
"Under such oppression, more and more people will grow discontented."
"Nian Junxin..."
"Shh, shh, shh, shh!"
"Brother Chen, this is Clear Wind Branch Pavilion. Be careful. If someone hears you, then..."
"So what if they hear?