Today marked the third day of Yi Chen's tenure defending Longjiang Prefecture.
The sun still rose slowly from the east, illuminating the earth.
The flow of people in South City today was even greater than yesterday.
No other reason, people always pursue benefits and shun harm.
Under Yi Chen's firm defense and steady tactics, the safety of South City had already far surpassed that of the other four major districts.
As a result, the general cost of goods in South City had once again climbed.
Especially the Red Dust Inn, where Yi Chen was staying, the innkeeper Shen couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear.
He was making a fortune, making an absolute fortune.
This gift, he truly sent to the right person.
At this moment, inside the Red Dust Inn.
Yi Chen was heartily feasting at an Eight Immortals table.
A plump, fragrant braised pork knuckle was devoured by Yi Chen in no time, bones and all swallowed down.
Mo Yu stood to one side, slowly reciting intelligence reports.