With the fifty fake-halo scammers still groaning inside Vice-President Jin Bao’s wrecked second-floor office across the street, the grand marble lobby of Taichu Galactic Sanctuary Bank hummed like a well-oiled cosmic engine.
Behind the main clearing console, Chief Quant Star-Weaver Mu Lan (Goodness: 92/100) adjusted her silver Supreme Truth-Seeing Crystal Spectacles. Her ten fingers danced across a floating lattice of golden abacus runes. Beside her, Chief Teller Bai Xiaoxiao (Goodness: 93/100) switched on all fifty high-speed VIP clearing lanes at once.
[NOTICE: CLEARING LANES #1 THROUGH #50 ARE NOW OPEN EXCLUSIVELY FOR VERIFIED 80+ GOODNESS SECTS & CIVILIZATIONS!]
Outside on the sunlit plaza, the Taichu Galactic Morality Archway chimed with warm, melodic golden bells as fifty impoverished righteous sect delegations walked beneath its jade pillars.
Not a single bolt of lightning fell. Instead, fifty pure emerald-and-gold halos ranging from 85/100 to 95/100 lit up the archway’s canopy, bathing the bruised, travel-worn cultivators in soothing spiritual mist.
At the very head of the fifty delegations walked Medicine-Plow Sect Master Shen Nong-Er (Goodness: 91/100) and Lantern-Bearer Commander Gu Deng (Goodness: 95/100).
Neither of the two ancient Dao-Lords wore silk or gold. Shen Nong-Er’s coarse hemp robe had been patched seventeen times at the elbows, and his fingernails were permanently stained green from digging famine-relief herbs by hand.
