Bao Chen might never have reflected on himself.
No! He only cared about whether he could successfully achieve rebirth, completely indifferent to what others thought.
An hour later, a group of people filed out of the building, after which they all dispersed.
After the recent meeting, Zhao Sheng had temporarily stabilized people's hearts.
But where would the future trend go? The decision-making power was no longer in the hands of these juniors; it depended on the stance of the Prefecture Temple on this matter, on whether Bao Chen could turn things around, and on whether the various forces in Hufeng County would firmly support Bao Chen.
The next morning, under Qingyang Mountain, carriages gathered, and crowds swelled.
Today was clearly not a day for a grand opening of the mountain gates, yet one prominent figure after another appeared, all coming to climb the mountain and worship the gods, each with a bizarre reason.