Jiang Zhencang shook his head, not even bothering to pay attention to this rotten old man. Leisurely, he sipped on his "low-grade wine," listening to the chatter from the surrounding dining tables.
Some people were discussing business, while others were talking about education. They mentioned someone's child getting accepted into the town school, and even someone getting admitted to the Wang Clan Academy.
Longchang said one thing right; the voices from the grassroots are the true voice.
Jiang Zhencang spent his entire life selflessly guarding Daqian, and taking on the responsibility of guarding the Human Race. Wasn't it simply to make Daqian strong and the Human Race thrive?
Even though this place, Xinping Town, is small, it has achieved economic takeoff. Even ordinary commoners live a life of abundance and etiquette. Just relying on this small piece of land of the Wang Family, it actually stands on par with most areas of the Immortal Dynasty.
