Chen Chuan's entire body felt numb, his mind blank yet filled with countless thoughts.
Mountain paths, temples, villages, dock fortresses, county towns, festivals, and this Yellow Crane Tower...
Although he had not yet met Song Shenjun, since entering Huangshan Pass and arriving at Qinghe County, everywhere bore traces of his handiwork. Industries, affairs, and objects all seemed connected to him inescapably. The faith of the masses was subtle yet deeply rooted.
In his daze, Chen Chuan felt as if this god stood right before him, like a heaven-reaching and earth-shattering giant supporting the livelihood of an entire county, unseen and untouched, yet omnipresent, like a man in a mountain who sees peaks everywhere, steps over rocks, but cannot glimpse the full grandeur of the landscape.
A sense of awe and dread!
"Sir, sir?"
Amidst his confusion, he was awakened by gentle calls.
Turning his gaze, it was the coachman's aide and that assistant official.
