DING-DANG-DONG!
At twelve o’clock noon sharp, every [Continental Spirit-Net Tower] from the western sand dunes of Dry-Well Oasis to the eastern shores of the Central Continent rang out with the crisp, cheerful chime of the midday news broadcast!
In five hundred cities, ten thousand market towns, and a hundred thousand farming villages, one hundred million two-copper Messaging Slates and giant public square projection screens lit up at the exact same moment!
Under the shade of willow trees in the central rice paddies, millions of farmers set down their fused iron hoes, wiped their faces with clean white towels from Hong Ling’s pharmacies, and opened lunchboxes packed with braised meat-potatoes.
Inside the bustling workshops of Geothermal Cannery #2 and the Royal Forge, tens of thousands of former sect outer disciples gathered around the cafeteria wall-screens with big bowls of beef noodles and bags of roasted five-spice sunflower seeds.
“Quick! Turn the volume up! The live broadcast from Dry-Well Capital Plaza is starting!”
“Earlier on the morning news, we saw Lord Ao Ming smack two Golden Core bathrobe geezers across the sky and ten thousand farmer militia brothers blast their shields off with pickled radishes!”
“My cousin is on duty in the First Radish Bazooka Regiment right now! Look—the camera is zooming in on the palace steps!”
