"Cheers!"
It was still that roadside eatery, with spicy crayfish and grilled fish, the group clinked their glasses.
Jiang Ding, An Siyan, and Jin Lingfeng sipped juice, and so did Immortal Dinghai and Zhang Junsheng, while Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch, Canghai Heavenly Monarch, and a few clearly very old Immortals in deep slumber went straight for the strong liquor, downing it boldly in one gulp.
Jiang Ding gulped down a glass of juice in one go.
Divine Sense Scanning swept over the surroundings.
The economy of the Xianmen Sect was beginning to recover. The wartime economy was dismantling, and the citizens' conscribed troops were gradually returning to Xianmen from all directions.
Ordinary Frontline Infantry, Qi cultivating tank drivers, Foundation-building cultivators, Golden Pill Monks all left the military, returning to their homes, their jobs. Various industries within Xianmen began to revive, and it was much livelier, no longer so desolate.
