"Holy City, I'm back!"
Lette stood at the gates of the Holy City, his heart surging with emotion.
Although this departure was less than three years, just about a small year, so many things had happened in the meantime, it felt like ages since he'd last seen it.
"I wonder how the teachers are doing, I hope they're okay."
Lette walked happily towards the East Gate. From a distance, he saw a group of people lined up at the Holy Sword relic near the gate, drawing swords.
This had already become a star attraction of the Holy City. Every tourist on a pilgrimage to the Holy City had to try pulling the Holy Sword, or it would be as if they hadn't been here.
After drawing the sword, depending on their purchasing power, they would buy one or two souvenirs to conclude their pilgrimage journey perfectly.
Overall, the Holy City, having gone through the baptism of the last disaster, not only did not collapse but instead revived with vigorous vitality.
