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The next event unfolded exactly as Li Pei had said—it was a magnificent armed procession, with prefecture governments surrendering at the sight of their approach.

By this time, three days had passed since Yuan Kaisheng's defeat and death, and the Creation Immortal Boat had sailed to Yuezhou, the last of the major state cities on this journey.

The bigwigs in the city had long since received the news. The Prefectural Governor of Yuezhou—Ye Mingchen—organized a grand welcoming party.

It included officials of the sixth rank and above from the whole region, representatives of aristocratic clans and sectarian groups, as well as lower-ranked scholars and wealthy merchants, totaling over ten thousand people.

And in the distance, countless ordinary civilians came of their own accord, eager to catch a glimpse of the splendor of the fairy boat.

Everyone had been waiting in the cold, damp wind since the early morning, without a single complaint despite the long wait.