An endless world…
When they arrived, the Northern Territory was desolate.
When they left, every race had electricity, full bellies, and high-rise buildings.
In just two hundred years.
Falling leaves became a dance, wind and snow became a tune.
Frost became poetry, geothermal heat became song.
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The flight of Sky City was very stable.
After returning to his office, Lu Yuan convened another small internal meeting.
"The next task is very simple."
"First, internally, we need to become more tense."
"Over the years, we have indeed been somewhat lax. The consequence of having no external enemies is gradually indulging in An Yi."
This An Yi isn't decadence but a natural relaxation, lacking a sense of crisis.
