The Huanglong Weaponsmiths Quarter was still the same as it was a year ago. The people, place, weaponsmiths, workshops, and the White Ash Forest — they were still the same. The only difference was that the people here seemed to be a lot friendlier to Yan Liqiang during his visit this time.
By the time Yan Liqiang and the rest rode to the weaponsmiths quarter's entrance, crowds had already formed on both sides of the entrance. If there were a few elementary students shaking big red flowers like pom-poms while shouting 'welcome' enthusiastically, then the scene before him would be no different than the prime minister's visits in his previous life.
Seeing the familiar faces eagerly looking in his direction, Yan Liqiang gave Qian Su a wry smile. "Uncle Qian, this welcome is too grand!"
