Qin, Xianyang.
The city walls, forged from Divine Iron, gleamed under the Great Sun as its light settled neatly into the cracks between the bricks.
The city guards posted a new wanted notice on the wall, and many passing citizens gathered around to take a closer look.
"This is..." a citizen said, shocked and uncertain. "Isn't this Lord Yan? Why is he wanted too? Could Lord Yan be one of those anomalies too??"
Instantly, the crowd at the city gate was in an uproar, their mood turning to righteous indignation. This Lord Yan was a good man! He had just become the Xianyang Prefect and had already enacted many policies that benefited the people!
Seeing the crowd clamoring and cursing, a city gate guard immediately explained in a low voice:
"This is an edict from the North Pole Celestial Court to hunt down these people... Of course, we're just putting on a show. It's only a formality!"
The furious crowd calmed down a bit. An auntie carrying a vegetable basket muttered:
