"When was Su Dajia's announcement made?"
Caught off guard, Yang Zhen found himself being pulled by Xue Zonglin towards a bell tower. The two of them squeezed through the crowd for a while. Even the normally refined Xue Zonglin swore a few times, "damnit," before they reached the front of the bell tower.
At that time, countless people had gathered around the bell tower. There were frail old people being jostled around, cursing as they tottered along, and children as young as seven or eight years old were wriggling around in the crowd, adding to the liveliness.
In front of the bell tower, two haughty young girls dressed as maids looked at the crowd. One of them, a girl wearing purple, held something that looked like a proclamation in her arms.
The other girl, dressed in white, smiled, and the noisy surrounding suddenly quieted down. Everyone was waiting for the girl in white to speak.
