The Cyan Miasma Swamp had been completely transformed into a bustling border market.
"Holy shit…"
The corner of Han Feng's eye twitched. "I was in seclusion for two days, not two hundred years, right?"
This transformation was too absurd.
Anyone who didn't know better would think Ye Jinghong had moved the entire East Sea Fortress City over.
"Advisor Han, you're out of seclusion!"
A delighted voice called out from nearby.
Han Feng turned his head to see a young soldier in the standard-issue light armor of the Vanguard Corps standing rigidly at attention, his eyes filled with admiration and awe.
He remembered this person: a logistics soldier Ye Jinghong had assigned to stand guard outside the Quiet Chamber, his cultivation at the First Layer of the Enlightenment Realm.
"Oh, it's you."
Han Feng nodded and gestured toward the feverish activity outside. "What happened out here while I was in seclusion these past two days?"
