By the next morning, the "Impurity Purging Pill" was the only topic of conversation from the lowliest slums to the most opulent tea houses. The city didn't just wake up; it woke up with a singular heartbeat.
In the crowded tea stalls, where rogue cultivators usually grumbled over their meager gains, there was now a palpable sense of relief. Men slammed their cups on wooden tables, their eyes bright with a fervor that bordered on fanaticism. "Did you hear?" one scarred veteran shouted. "Young Master Shen Yu stood on that balcony like a celestial descending! He didn't speak of profits or trade; he spoke of our suffering. He spoke of the sleepless nights he and Matriarch Yilan spent just to save us from the Peng Clan's rot!"
