The morning sun broke over the eastern mountain peaks, painting the high clouds in shades of pale rose and burning gold.
At the center of Taichu Sanctuary City, the hundred-story Taichu Benevolence Tower rose into the sky like a colossal pillar of sculpted white jade.
Lin Mo stood on the open-air observation platform at the very pinnacle of the tower. A crisp wind whipped his dark coat, carrying the scent of pine needles and fresh rain. From this height, the entire ten-thousand-square-kilometer basin unfolded below him. The one hundred thousand white-tiled employee villas gleamed along the winding canals, nestled between emerald spirit-peach groves. Wide cobblestone streets were already bustling with morning traffic as flying spirit-buses glided through the lower air corridors.
Beside Lin Mo, Su Wan held a crystal presentation tablet. Her dark hair was pinned back with a simple jade hairpin, and her tailored silk business suit was immaculate.
“The broadcast array is aligned with the regional communication satellites and sky-mirrors, Chairman,” Su Wan reported, her voice carrying clear professional authority. “Master Lu Jian has synchronized sixteen high-altitude transmission towers. We have direct audio-visual coverage over all three Eastern Prefectures. Every major sect, trading hub, and market town is locked into our frequency.”
