Flying Star

From the air, it seemed like the whole Huiming City had become an army camp.

Most of the structures were lined up in rows. The layout of the buildings reminded one of collective dormitories. The living conditions were probably not the best.

But this organisation made the most sense, considering that there were millions gathered in the city.

The good thing was that the hierarchy remained intact.

Xing Hezi was a Calamity-grade cultivator of the 4th tier, and was also appointed as one of the national consultants. Thus, he was given a villa to stay in.

Outside, a small stream gurgled underneath a little bridge.

"Please take a seat!"

Xing Hezi showed Fang Yuan to a stone chair underneath a pine tree, and poured a cup of clear tea for him.

"My friend, would you care for some of the Cloudy Mountain Tea that I've brewed?"

"Many thanks!"

Fang Yuan picked up his patterned teacup and took a small sip. His eyes lit up instantly.