"This West State has indeed undergone many changes; Suspended Mountain has great ambitions," Lu Qing sighed.
At this moment, he was outside a small city in West State, in front of a not-so-tall mountain peak.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a flurry of construction for the building of a Buddhist temple and the carving of Buddha statues.
At the foot of the mountain, civilians were prostrating themselves step by step, their faces full of piety as they made their pilgrimage up the mountain.
Such scenes, Lu Qing had seen quite a few on his way here.
Although he had never been to West State before, he had some understanding of it.
He knew that although there was a tradition of believing in Buddhism here, it should not be as fervent as what he was seeing now.
"If this continues, it won't be long before Suspended Mountain truly takes control of West State."
Lu Qing was well aware of the power of faith.
