A large crowd had gathered outside the City Lord's Mansion in Hanchuan City, in the Shu Kingdom.
At their head stood a middle-aged man wearing the robes of a second-rank official of the Shu Kingdom.
He wore a dazzling crown of gold and jade and a python robe embroidered with nine five-clawed pythons. His face was square, his features sharply defined, and his gaze keen.
Though frost had touched his temples, it had done nothing to diminish his imposing presence, instead lending him greater steadiness and the weathered air of experience.
This man was Qing An, the city lord of Hanchuan City.
He was not only the regional governor of one of the Shu Kingdom's five great strategic cities, but also the General Who Guards the North, commanding a powerful army and inspiring awe throughout the region.
Thirty years of campaigning had seen him tempered by countless battles, growing from a wastrel into the regional lord he was today.
Under his leadership, the Shu Kingdom's northern frontier stood as firm as a rock. Of the Seven Kingdoms that had once contended, only the Wei Kingdom, the Shu Kingdom, and the Wu Kingdom now remained, standing like the three legs of a tripod.
As a strategic city on the Shu Kingdom's northern frontier, Hanchuan City spanned three to four hundred li, with a population numbering in the millions, prosperous and flourishing.
At that moment, Qing An stood on a raised platform in his residence, gazing at the breathtaking sight in the sky.
Enormous immortal ships, flying carriages, immortal cranes, and other wonders of the immortals raced across the sky at astonishing speed, with countless immortal figures faintly visible upon them. These were Qing Chen and his companions, speeding toward the Ghost-Crying Mountain Range.
"C-City Lord, those are all immortals! Everyone