At Qingyun Temple, Li Yanchu sat on a bench in the courtyard, holding a towering, solemn ancient crown, deep in thought.0

This was the crown he had previously retrieved from the City God Temple in Wei City. The golden crown had radiated a golden glow, then slowly emerged from beneath the temple and landed in Li Yanchu’s hands, much to his surprise.0

Even after returning to the temple, his excitement hadn’t yet subsided.0

“Mount Yan is Wei City?!” Li Yanchu was still a bit dazed.0

Wei City was a small place, so how could a first-rank cultivator from the Great Xia era serve as the City God there? At the very least, it should have been a major city like the seat of Beifeng...0