The bustling camp seemed deserted as everyone had moved into the Underground City. The small patrol team outside rubbed their hands and breathed into them, waiting for the last group to migrate, the Han Family.
"Deputy, look, they're coming."
An eagle-eyed team member spotted a small black shadow a few hundred meters away.
Cheng Dawei squinted his small sheep-like eyes and scrutinized it for a while. Unable to see clearly, he stood up decisively, "Let's go have a look!"
"All right!"
As they approached, sure enough, it was the Han Family Master leading his family, arriving through the dust and wind.
When the two groups met, they exchanged a few pleasantries and returned to the Underground City together.
At this time, the Underground City was bustling. Cheng Xiaoxiao had organized a simple celebration banquet to celebrate the foundation of Phoenix City. That's right; from today, the famed Phoenix City was established deep in Daxing Mountain.
