Fanli stood with his hands on his hips, the little sword girl perched on his shoulder. Under the moonlight, they remained standing for a long time.
The little sword girl often lowered her head to look at the big oaf beneath her, observing a hint of tenderness in his eyes. This tenderness was directed towards the city wall.
The walls of Shengle City were finally completed. To meet the deadline, hundreds of Wild People slaves had been worked to death. Many people, including numerous residents within the city itself, couldn't understand why there was such a rush to build this city. Although the lives of Wild People slaves weren't considered precious, they were still worth money and could be utilized even if sent to the workshops. Even if one equated the Wild People to livestock, no one would squander livestock in such a manner.
