"Fellow Daoists, I hereby declare the Central Sea War officially over. From this day forth, we enter an age of peace. Let us raise our cups in good cheer and speak of all that lies ahead."
With the signatures of the Great Powers on both sides, the peace treaty took effect immediately. The Golden Roc Great Sage, the representative of a neutral power recognized by both parties, personally announced the end of the war. This also meant that the situation in the Central Sea had turned a new page.
But the members of the Immortal Alliance did not linger. They attended the banquet as a matter of courtesy, then hurried away.
The treaty contained far too much information and raised far too many new questions. Although the Immortal Alliance's senior leadership had anticipated this, they still needed to take it back and digest it properly.
"Dharma King, are we truly going to fulfill those terms and bring about the transformation of cultivation in the Central Sea?"
On the return journey, aboard a flying boat magical treasure that sped through the air like a streak of light, Pei Bairen looked with an inscrutable expression at Dharma King Yuanhao, who had remained largely silent since the banquet ended.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Sword Dao and knew little of economics. But as the saying went, grasp one principle and a hundred others become clear. Anyone who had cultivated to his level could hardly be stupid or slow-witted. Thus, from Li Chen's brief outline alone, he could roughly guess what changes these reforms would bring.
Dharma King Yuanhao did not answer his question. Instead, he asked, "Your Excellency the Sword Saint, you have dealt with him as well. What sort of man is Li Chen in your eyes?"
He was referring to