In the following half month.
The Gold and Silver Island exhibition was unprecedentedly grand, with visitors from every corner of the continent coming one after another, making this island more crowded than ever before.
The streets were shoulder to shoulder, faces of different races mingled, the din was deafening.
Unlike the previous hustle and bustle, the current Gold and Silver Island maintained a special order.
Whether they were proud elves, fiery short people, or shrewd human merchants, under the watchful eyes of the Spirit Awakening Sect's core holy land, and the attention of the newly ascended divine spirits.
They all restrained their usual sharpness and amicably negotiated any frictions.
Only pure excitement and orderly visits remained.
Inside the great hall, the noise was isolated outside.
The Wood Elf Queen and the local Archbishop, surrounded by several skeleton attendants, solemnly entered the hall.
