The hundred-meter-tall Floating Mountain was like a hot air balloon, drifting through the sky and quickly reaching a speed of forty kilometers per hour.
It was impossible for such a behemoth to go unnoticed.
The villagers of Pottery Village, Gourd Village, and other settlements, along with passersby, traveling merchants, and sightseers—more and more Indigenous People spotted the Floating Mountain in the sky. It was something entirely beyond their comprehension.
And for things beyond their comprehension, the simple and unlearned Indigenous People naturally developed a sense of awe.
While some chased after it, watching with curiosity, most fell to their knees and kowtowed.
Wang Yi looked down from above and thought, 'After today, my territory will probably be discovered by a lot of people. But that's fine. If you want to build something great, you can't just lay low. You have to advertise and raise your profile!'
