Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Lü Zhong rose early to get dressed. After breakfast, he set out for Changchun Immortal City to attend the Changchun Domain's grand auction, held once every ten years.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the recent situation in the Southern Barbarian lands felt turbulent and treacherous.
The Lingyue Domain, which had been growing more chaotic by the day, suddenly stabilized as if a pause had been declared. At the same time, rumors began to circulate frequently about the two border Sects that had previously kept a low profile: the Xuanyang Sect to the south and the Celestial Blade Sect to the north.
As for the Changchun Domain, there had also been one or two incidents where entire sects or clans were wiped out under what outsiders considered mysterious circumstances.
All of them had been factions skilled in celestial divination.
