Xu Yuan listened habitually when it involved local governance.
This was a habit he cultivated over the past year.
After dealing with governmental affairs, he would sneak into taverns for leisure, taking the opportunity to eavesdrop on voices from different walks of life.
From the chatter of peddlers on roadside tea shops to the secret meetings of nobles in grand estates.
The speakers were two men and one woman.
Their cultivation was average, two Primordial and one Soul Condensation.
Accompanied by the rain knocking against bamboo leaves, the voices of the two men carried complaints:
"Do you see it this way too?"
"I've encountered many similar issues on my end; who knows what the Empress and Lord Han King are thinking?"
"Indeed, the power of the Heavenly Craft Mansion is too great, allowing a bunch of people mostly at Soul Condensation Realm to oversee large construction projects, even we Primordial Grandmasters have to follow their commands, isn't it absurd?"
