Great Xia Year 3, September 5th
"Whoa... this must be the handiwork of the Lord?"
Lu Yang, just returned from Hanqiong, brushed the snowflakes off his hat brim and looked up at the grand city gate, over thirty meters high. He then turned to the endlessly stretching black iron walls on either side, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and immediately realized that such a transformation could only be the work of the Lord.
In early July, he had returned to Xia City once, and it wasn't like this back then.
He had already tested the wall from the north; even the Basic Strength of someone at Eight鬃 could only leave slight dents on it. In just two months, with the current manpower of Xia City, it was impossible to achieve this—there was only one explanation: Xia Hong had once again demonstrated his miraculous methods.
Lu Yang couldn't think of any other possibility.
