Time flew like an arrow; sun and moon sped like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
With each autumn rain came a chill, and the summer heat in Chang'an had finally subsided completely.
Golden winds brought refreshing coolness, blowing away the gloom of bygone days.
Yet they could not disperse the wisps of green smoke hanging over the Imperial City.
Ever since the Golden Body had returned to its place.
The Incense-Fire Power in Chang'an had grown more prosperous by the day.
Before dawn had even broken, the True Lord Temple in the eastern city was already packed shoulder to shoulder.
Whether high-ranking nobles or humble peddlers and laborers, all held tall incense sticks in their hands, their expressions devout as they vied for the first incense offering of the day, seeking peace of mind and a stroke of good fortune.
Even the land outside the temple gates had become worth its weight in gold.
Take Old Wang, who sold "gold-and-silver sandwiches."
He had truly risen to prominence now.
In merely a few days.
His once greasy little shop had become a two-story building, with a grand black plaque bearing golden letters hung above the entrance.
It read: True Lord Once Ate Here.
Every day, the queue of people seeking to buy his flatbreads stretched from one end of the street to the far end of the alley.
As they chewed on the crisp meat pastries, the common folk discussed the grand spectacle of that day with flying spittle.
There were even storytellers in teahouses who slammed their sounding blocks.
They told of the True Lord in black robes sweeping away demons across the nine heavens, standing alone with one hand to cut off the ages.
The listeners below were utterly enthralled, bursting into