The virtual sun's light shone down, casting a gentle warmth on the face.
Lin Xin gently pushed Lin Yaoyang in a small cart, strolling within the territory's war city.
After several months, Lin Yaoyang finally woke up; his body was somewhat emaciated, looking less vigorous than before but with an added touch of delicate charm.
The two walked on the empty expanse of the war city's snow-covered ground.
The surface was level and firm, pressed down and smoothed out by the rune dwarves, making the walk exceptionally comfortable.
Looking towards the city gate from afar, one could faintly see the towering silhouette of steel men guarding the entrance, like giant sculptures reflecting a silvery glow.
"What place is this?" Lin Yaoyang asked curiously. There was nothing here, so why would his younger brother, who should have been in secluded cultivation at Green Lake Mountain, end up in this godforsaken place?
