"Everyone, you've worked hard. Dismissed!" Zhang Lin called out, somewhat tired, and the numerous laborers on Mount Tai quickly dispersed.
Since arriving at Mount Tai, he had tirelessly begun preparations for the Holy Emperor's birthday ceremony, working from dawn till dusk without a moment's rest.
Despite this, he was still in high spirits, knowing that at least here, he need not worry about his personal safety.
Once the crowd dispersed, he turned back to look upon the Golden Body of Saint Emperor in the main hall and sighed.
The gap between people is truly vast, Zhang Lin couldn't help but muse. Who could have thought that the once obscure Spirit Master could have garnered such influence today? In his life, he may not have held such formidable power as he does now in death. What a pity that the living Holy Emperor isn't Wang Linchi but merely a new divine spirit modeled after him.
