Facing the morning sun, Zhou Heng, Cheng Jianjian, and Zhu Zhenzhen arrived in front of the Imperial Palace, where they could see the impressive ceremonial procession from afar.
On both sides of the street, a sizable crowd had already gathered to watch, with many wanting to see who would be attending the Chaoyang Wine Ceremony this time, or to check if the person they admired was among the participants.
For the citizens of Da Qi's Imperial City, for a martial artist to be able to attend the Chaoyang Wine Ceremony was a tremendous honor, as it meant fighting for the prestige and reputation of the nation, deserving of respect and admiration.
So when Zhou Heng and the others walked down this ceremonial avenue, the surrounding area immediately erupted with cheers as tumultuous as a tsunami.
To invigorate them.
To celebrate and bless them.
