This reminder from the netizens made Wen Ying think of Chaochao, too.
That cute little girl would indeed do very well for herself in the world below.
And even...
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In the underworld, the hazy gray sky seemed to have changed for some reason.
What was once pitch-black, without sun or sky, had started to turn gray and hazy.
It was as if a faint light was appearing, little by little.
Mr. Zhang sat on a massive, high platform, inspecting the results of his soldiers' training.
Now, their faction was one of three that formed a tripartite balance of power in this region.
Mr. Zhang was one of those three legs.
All around were various advanced weapons, integrated with technology, their effectiveness here on par with this world's own armaments.
The day before yesterday, they had captured a new city.
The original thatched huts had all been replaced by high-quality buildings, arranged in the formation of the eight trigrams.
