Zhao Wangyang took a deep breath, bowed, and said, "Master Chun Yangzi, junior Zhao Wangyang, is willing to lead the remaining thirty-seven members of Chaohui Temple to join Nanming Village. If the senior does not disdain us, I am willing to open the Rising Sun Medicine Garden around the Sun Raising Yang Locking Cloud Altar, cultivating Yang-type spiritual grass for Nanming Village, and I am willing to follow the army's arrangements."
Chun Yangzi looked at the allegiance document, his gaze falling on Zhao Wangyang.
After a great victory, the taste of reputation settles in such subtle details.
"Chaohui Temple, I have heard of it," Chun Yangzi said slowly, "Your temple's Ancestor Master once set up a sundial on East Ridge to drive away the cold disaster for the people of three counties, showcasing the power and righteousness of the Yang Dao. You are willing to join and open a medicine garden, which is very good."
