Qin Hao's voice reminded everyone.
The four of them all looked towards the city.
They saw rows of houses with white walls and black tiles extending out in alignment.
The construction industry in this world seemed to be quite advanced.
The appearance of the houses alone testified to this.
Qin Hao had an illusion of strolling around in Beijing during the Tang Dynasty.
Unfortunately, though the houses were beautiful, there were hardly any people on the streets.
Carriages were almost non-existent, with only a few pedestrians hurrying by, looking terrified and wrapping their bodies tightly with clothes.
"Such a big city, yet so desolate..."
Ma Ji's expression grew serious: "That Refining Dragon Child is utterly outrageous! Arbitrarily killing innocent citizens! Making people's lives miserable, he truly deserves to die!"
"Brother, don't be angry! Now that we're here, that Refining Dragon Child is doomed to die!"
Huang Cuicui looked full of confidence.
