The monks of Moon Spring Temple spent their whole lives chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, yet they probably never imagined their own mineral veins could be relocated.
Who could they reason with about this?
"Cool! Cool!"
On top of the Ice Mountain, the Little Shen Dragon, overhearing the discussion, spun joyfully in the air as if it were the one who had accomplished the task.
Porcupines, wild boars, toads, and other beasts all curiously looked around. For them, this was their first time visiting the Imperial Capital—the most prosperous city in the world.
Is this what the majesty of a king looks like?
The Golden Tiger was utterly envious.
Lord Xingyi was famed throughout the world and respected by all. Compared to itself, the Golden Tiger thought, it could only dominate a small hill on Weihu Mountain.
There was so much it still needed to learn on the path to becoming a king!
