As the saying goes, speak of the Devil and he will appear. Xiao Jie was just thinking about sharing some good stuff with Wentian Wuji when a private message popped up on the screen.
Wentian Wuji: Are you there, Xiao Jie, do you have a moment?
Hidden Moon Following Wind: I'm here.
Wentian Wuji: There's something I want to talk to you about.
Half an hour later—outside Qiansong City:
Xiao Jie flew over the vast snowy plains and forests, overlooking the broad northern wilderness below. The map of Beiming State has a unique desolate atmosphere that inevitably drew Xiao Jie in.
From a distance, he saw the rough, primitive outline of Qiansong City. However, the surroundings of the city were no longer barren and desolate, but had many other things added to it.
