The distant sunset gradually slanted towards the west.
Chen Shouyi called the two little ones, walked down the mountain, took out the bicycle, and rode leisurely.
A giant procession of self-propelled artillery, resembling a massive iron beast, crawled down the road, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Passersby quickly moved aside, whispering among themselves, a touch of unease in their expressions.
Recently, the entire city of Zhonghai has been like a bowstring, full of tension and stifling, with rumors spreading everywhere.
Yet for ordinary people, facing such drastic changes, the only thing they can do is endure, as knowing too much changes nothing.
Chen Shouyi glanced at it and then looked away.
"Now that the Divine Stone is completely exhausted, the only option left is to rely on slow, steady cultivation!"
