Time soon reached the middle of the month. On March fifteenth, all the vassal lords were invited to watch the celebrations and performances by the sect's disciples.
The event was held in the plaza before the Main Peak. Across the vast open space, over a hundred zhang in both length and width, iron armor stood in rows and colorful banners fluttered, filling the air with extraordinary excitement.
Besides these vassal lords, quite a few factions on friendly terms with the Golden Sun Gate had also sent envoys to attend. Unfortunately, this was merely an ordinary annual celebration, not a grand occasion marking a tenth or hundredth anniversary, so its scale was only average. Li Chen and the others did not see all that many attendees.
The disciples permitted to take part in the celebrations were all carefully selected elites, and their performances naturally offered one dazzling spectacle after another.
Li Chen saw many Craftsman disciples take the stage with their own masterpieces. Some even used the Combat Puppets they had made to duel one another. The solidity of their foundations and the refinement of their skills nearly rivaled those of some unaffiliated Master Artisans at the Foundation Establishment realm.
Gu Mocheng and the others were even more inwardly alarmed.
They had all barely reached their current ranks, and their actual attainments were not particularly high. Faced with so many favored sons of heaven, they could not help feeling tremendous pressure.
The Puppeteer Dao Path placed knowledge first. Apart from the strict requirement of achieving minute control with Divine Sense, which could not be bypassed, it was possible to challenge those of a higher rank in other respects.
When they watched the military parade that followed, they were even more awed by the Golden Sun Gate's deep reserves.
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