The night in Xiangyang, when viewed from the air, seemed to have a bit of the glow of thousands of family lanterns, even more bustling than the Capital at this moment, which was under a curfew. Few places had their lights on in the dark night.
Xiangyang had not suffered much damage during the chaos caused by the Maitreya Sect. Although Lv Shiheng had almost disrupted farming with his foolish actions, things were put back on track in a timely manner. At this time, Xiangyang could truly be considered a blessed land, more stable than most places in the world.
Especially in the southern part of the city, where the lights were most concentrated, everywhere there were lanterns and a cacophony of people's voices, giving the distant impression of some garden event taking place.
Zhao Changhe, surprised, spurred his horse in that direction, descended near a grove of trees, hid his steed, and then strolled out to see the garden event.
