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Chapter 399 Movie, what movie?!?
Qingjian City.

The warm morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the training hall of Chenfeng Martial Arts Academy.

The air was filled with the smell of fresh paint and the scent of sweat.

And a vibrant, upward-looking spirit.

The gym owner, Zheng Lin, dressed in a smart navy blue martial arts uniform, looked to be in her thirties, still charming, with a satisfied smile in her eyes.

She stood with her arms crossed on a high platform to the side of the martial arts hall.

His gaze swept downwards.

Nearly a thousand new students, dressed in uniform white training clothes, are meticulously practicing the most basic stance training under the commands of dozens of experienced instructors.

The movements were somewhat immature.

But their young faces were filled with seriousness and longing.

Since she became the head of the martial arts school, especially with the presence of Fang Qingyu, a highly respected figure, the Chenfeng Martial Arts School has developed rapidly.

With federal support policies, preferential treatment from the Bureau of Justice, and a flood of advertising and endorsement opportunities, the chances of success were plentiful.

Money, cultivation resources, reputation.
Everything is available.

This gave her the confidence to continuously expand the scale of her martial arts school.

Hardware facilities have been upgraded and the teaching staff has been continuously strengthened.

Today, Chenfeng Martial Arts School is undoubtedly the largest martial arts school in Qingjian City.

This honor and sense of accomplishment.

This keeps Zheng Lin motivated every day.

Fang Qingyu is the most dazzling halo of this brand.

Countless families of extraordinary individuals learned that Fang Qingyu came from this small local martial arts school.

Without hesitation, they sent their talented child in.

They weren't interested in the martial arts techniques taught at the school.

I just wanted to get involved in some kind of metaphysics.

This is quite normal.

After all, which parent hasn't hoped their child would become successful?

The arrival of these extraordinary second-generation talents not only improved the overall quality of the martial arts school, but also brought more connections and hidden resources.

Of course, Zheng Lin did not neglect ordinary people because of this.

The doors of the martial arts school remain open to all who aspire to the path of martial arts.

Basic Class, Regular Class, Elite Class.
The curriculum is clearly tiered, and the tuition fees are reasonable.

These are thousands of new students in front of me.

Most of them were basic class students who aspired to become the next Fang Qingyu.

Looking at this vibrant scene.

Zheng Lin was in a good mood and couldn't help but hum a little tune.

The future of the martial arts school is bright.

Just then, the heavy glass doors of the martial arts school were pushed open, and two young men who looked to be in their early twenties and dressed in fashionable casual clothes walked in.

Their faces were flushed with excitement.

They were still having a lively discussion.

"Wow, the special effects were amazing! You couldn't even tell it was CG! Especially the final battle on the ice field, with thousands of troops charging into the fray, the sheer scale of it gave me goosebumps!"

One of the tall young men was gesturing wildly as he spoke.

"Yes, yes, yes!" His companion, a young man wearing glasses, nodded repeatedly, excitedly pushing up his glasses. "The scene is so realistic! And did you notice? Those extras, no, those actors! Every single one of their expressions is so real! Despair, anger, resolve!"

"It felt like they were really fighting for their lives on the battlefield! Especially that old actor who played the federal officer, the look in his eyes before he was swallowed by the lava!" He smacked his lips in remembrance.

"It's normal for veteran actors to have good acting skills!" the tall young man retorted. "What really shocked me was the lead actor! That actor named Fang Qingyu! I've never seen him before, a newcomer? That line, 'You can come and go as you please?!'"

"Holy crap! That look! That tone! And with the glowing horns that suddenly sprouted from his forehead, I almost jumped out of my chair! It was so awesome! And that slash he did later, oh my god, it felt like the whole theater was being cleaved in two! The special effects were absolutely world-class! I wonder how much money they must have spent!"

He gestured exaggeratedly.

"The special effects are amazing! But I don't think that's where the emotional peak comes from!"

"I can't believe it," the bespectacled young man argued, his eyes gleaming.

"It was the ending, the actress who played Luo Shen, she was so ethereal! Her aura was unmatched! When she flew up into the sky, her whole body glowing blue, and said, 'Today, I, Luo Qinglian, in the name of Luo Shen, declare that there are no more ghosts in the Arctic,' my tears just streamed down my face! Even though I knew it was fake, I just couldn't help it! I cried so hard! And then, damn it, she just died?!'"

"Damn screenwriter! Damn director! Such a beautiful Luo Shen was killed off like that! This is too much! I have to go to the forum and send the screenwriter some razor blades."

The two of them talked loudly, oblivious to everyone else around them.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the spacious front hall of the martial arts school.

They were so engrossed in reminiscing about the film that they were completely oblivious to their surroundings.

On the high platform, Zheng Lin, who had been watching the students practice with a satisfied smile, suddenly froze.

Fang Qingyu?
Goddess of the Luo River?

Are there no more ghosts left in the Arctic?

Special effects? Actors?
These words rushed into her mind, leaving her momentarily stunned.

She subconsciously stepped down from the platform and walked towards the two young men, her brows furrowed.

Zheng Lin tried to keep her voice calm, "You guys just said Fang Qingyu is making a movie? And Luo Shen? Is it some new blockbuster?"

Only then did the two young men notice the owner, Zheng Lin, and immediately became more reserved.

The tall young man replied enthusiastically, "Yes, Master, haven't you seen it yet? It's the blockbuster that just premiered last night! It's called 'Breaking Dawn: Oath of the Icefield'! It's all over the internet. The special effects, plot, and acting are all top-notch, especially that newcomer who plays Fang Qingyu, he's amazing, he's just like the real thing! And Luo Shen too, what a pity."

The bespectacled youth added, "Yes, yes, I heard the investment is huge, all the scenes are real shots with top-notch special effects, the war scenes are even more intense than Pacific Rim! It tells the story of a battle against death on the Arctic front, it's incredibly exciting and tragic! Hey, is this your martial arts school, Master?"

He suddenly noticed a huge photo of Fang Qingyu practicing martial arts in his student uniform hanging on the wall of the martial arts school.

She looked at Zheng Lin again and asked in surprise, "Master, do you know Fang Qingyu? The one in the photo? He looks a bit like the protagonist in the movie. Are they related? Or is he a spokesperson hired by the martial arts school?"

Zheng Lin looked at the photo of Fang Qingyu in his youth, his eyes filled with determination.

Then I listened to the young people's vivid descriptions of the movie.

An absurd yet heart-stopping thought suddenly popped into her head.

I recalled the Shenguanju APP, which I hadn't paid attention to for a long time.

Zheng Lin didn't answer the two trainees' questions; she simply waved her hand, signaling them to go back to training.

He then took out his phone.

I opened the Shenguanju APP
The first thing I saw was the scarlet countdown.

at the same time.

the other side.

The towering city gates of Dawn City stood silently amidst the swirling snow.

Outside the city gates, the usual hustle and bustle of people coming and going was gone.

Instead, it was occupied by an endless crowd.

The cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, lashed against every anxiously waiting face.

No one complained, and very few people even talked.

A stifling silence enveloped the area.

Most of them were family members of the soldiers of the Dawn Legion who went to war.

The parents held their child's cold little hand tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon shrouded in snow.

The wives wrapped themselves tightly in scarves to keep warm, their faces red from the cold, filled with worry and anticipation.

The baby in her arms seemed to sense the weight and squirmed restlessly.

There were also elderly people with white hair, leaning on canes.

Stubbornly standing in the front row where the cold wind was fiercest.

Besides these anxious family members, there was another group of people in the crowd.

They wore thick, winter coats of varying styles, all of which were quite expensive.

He looked at the majestic yet unfamiliar steel city with a complicated expression.

They are residents who recently migrated from other cities in the Federation, some of whom sought asylum by virtue of Fang Qingyu's name.

Some sensed the impending dramatic changes in the Arctic and made preparations in advance.

Others were drawn by the powerful strength and unique order displayed by the City of Dawn, bringing their families to seek new possibilities.

At this moment, they were also mixed in with the crowd.

Time flowed by in silent waiting, and every second seemed exceptionally long.

Finally, just as people's eager gazes were about to freeze.

Deep in the snowstorm, on the grey-white horizon.

A blurry black line appeared.

"Back! Back!"

I don't know who it is.

He shouted excitedly in a hoarse voice.

The sound, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the silence.

The crowd stirred, some standing on tiptoe, others pushing forward, trying to get a better look.

Fang Qingyu walked at the very front.

Following behind was an army of nearly 7.

Ji Wuyai is dead. He was originally stationed in Han Gu Gorge and went with Fang Qingyu and the others to fight against the tens of thousands of troops of the Skeleton Royal Court.

After the decisive battle, Hong Qitian made no arrangements.

No instructions were issued from above.

So these tens of thousands of troops simply followed the Dawn Army and, in a daze, returned to Dawn City with Fang Qingyu and his men.

Fang Qingyu was naturally happy to accept it; there was no reason for him not to.

These tens of thousands of veterans, who were able to stand guard for so many years under such harsh conditions, are all seasoned veterans who have been through countless battles.

They are all extremely valuable talents.

Only a fool would refuse such a request.

The deep blue Dawn Legion standard combat uniforms were the first to pierce through the wind and snow, appearing in sight.

However, what followed the deep blue torrent of the Dawn Legion was a different scene.

This stunned everyone at the city gate, and whispers spread rapidly like ripples.

"Then what is that?"

"Those people behind...aren't they from Dawn?"

"The clothes are different! They're dark gray and look very old."

"Why are there so many more people?!"

Behind the Dawn Legion was another equally massive, silent, and menacing force.

They wore slightly worn, frost-stained, dark gray standard combat uniforms.

Many of them still had blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their bodies, their faces etched with the marks of time and exhaustion, but their eyes were unusually calm.

This massive force, far exceeding expectations, slowly advanced to the city gate amidst a mix of deep blue and dark gray.

The already crowded people instinctively stepped back.

Make way for a wider passage.

A look of surprise and uncertainty swept back and forth between the deep blue and dark gray.

Fang Qingyu walked at the very front of the entire army.

The Star Crystal combat suit remained spotless in the wind and snow, but his brows showed deep fatigue from a long march and a series of battles.

He naturally saw the huge crowd at the city gate, far exceeding his expectations.

His brow furrowed slightly, almost unconsciously.

He stopped, turned his head, and subconsciously cast his gaze at Wei Banmeng, who was half a step behind him, with a hint of inquiry.

what happened?

I hadn't heard of this welcoming ceremony before I came back.

A hint of surprise also flashed across Wei Banmeng's usually cold face.

She quickly glanced around at the dense crowd, especially at the family members with tears in their eyes, anxiously searching for their loved ones.

She immediately understood that this was entirely a spontaneous act by the people.

It is the simplest and most sincere expression of emotion for the victorious soldiers after the news of victory spreads.

She leaned forward slightly.

The hushed voice clearly reached Fang Qingyu's ears:

"Just say a few words, don't spoil the atmosphere after the big win."

Fang Qingyu nodded knowingly, turned around, and faced the dark mass of people.

He was about to speak, but before he could say anything...
"Fang Shen!!"

From somewhere in the crowd, a young voice, so excited it cracked, suddenly rang out, filled with boundless fervor.

"You're so handsome! You were incredibly handsome in the movie!"

This sound was like lighting a fuse.

"Fang Shen!!"

"Captain Fang!!"

"The movie was amazing!!"

"That stab!!!"

The thunderous shouts instantly drowned out the words Fang Qingyu was about to utter.

Thousands of excited faces flashed before my eyes, and countless arms were raised high.

Praise, admiration, and excitement surged forth like a tidal wave.

Fang Qingyu stood in the center of the wave, his expression visibly momentarily stunned.

A movie? What movie?
He subconsciously tilted his head slightly, and for the first time, a clear look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

They haven't rested for almost 24 hours.

Everyone is on the road.

I've never heard of any movie.

Looking at the scene before me, so frenzied it was out of control.

Fang Qingyu decisively abandoned his plan to speak.

He took a deep breath, turned to Wei Banmeng, and whispered again, his voice steady:

"I'm handing this over to you now. The list of casualties and the compensation must be handled properly, not a single penny less."

Wei Banmeng's expression turned serious, and she nodded solemnly: "Understood!"

Fang Qingyu didn't linger. With a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

All that remained was an even more frenzied wave of shouts behind them.

The massive procession, under the watchful eyes of the crowds on both sides, slowly passed through the towering city gate.

Enter the interior of the City of Dawn.

The city's main thoroughfares had long been cleared out, and a torrent of deep blue and dark gray water flowed along the wide streets.

They eventually converged at the huge circular plaza in the city center.

In the center of the square.

Wei Banmeng's figure silently floated up, several feet off the ground.

The cold wind whipped the hem of her dark blue combat uniform, and her aloof face appeared particularly solemn under the lights projected from the buildings around the square.

Below them stood tens of thousands of soldiers, lined up in neat rows, exhausted but still trying to keep their backs straight.

And then came the massive, breathless crowd that surged into the square.

Then Wei Banmeng's voice clearly reached every corner of the square:
"The Dawn Legion has a total of 32,000 soldiers going to war."

Every word struck a chord deep within the hearts of all the family members below. The crowd fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on the figure in the air.

I was so nervous I could hardly breathe.

Wei Banmeng's gaze slowly swept over the array below.

She paused for a moment before continuing:
"Of them, 1,873 were killed in action."

Hear this number.

Many people's eyes showed joy.

Because this number is much smaller than they imagined.

This means that their relatives may have changed a lot and are still alive.

Then Wei Banmeng slightly raised her voice:

"Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty-two people were injured. All the wounded have been properly taken care of, and Dawn City will provide full support for their subsequent treatment."

This news slightly dampened everyone's joy.

Because of injury.

It also depends on the severity of the injury.

If it's the kind that's missing an arm or a leg.
That was also bad news for them.

"The list of fallen soldiers and the details of their compensation will be delivered to each family member by a designated person later."

Wei Banmeng's voice carried an undeniable promise.

"The City of Dawn will never let its heroes bleed and weep. Every penny of compensation will be paid on time and in full."

She paused slightly, her gaze sweeping once more over the exhausted ranks of soldiers below.

His tone softened, revealing a subtle hint of sympathy:

"The mourning ceremony and award ceremony will be held in the coming days. Our victorious soldiers need rest most at this moment."

Her gaze shifted to the crowd in the square, her voice clear and firm:
"They fought bloody battles on the icy plains, protecting our homeland. They are true heroes! Please give them some time to catch their breath and get a good night's sleep. Dawn City will handle the aftermath properly and provide an explanation! Please go home and await further news!"

This makes sense.

The murmurs in the square gradually subsided.

Most of the people nodded in understanding, quietly agreeing with phrases like "okay," "it's the right thing to do," and "let the heroes rest."

"Shen Zhou".

Wei Banmeng's gaze fell on an inconspicuous corner at the edge of the square.

Shen Zhou, who had been waiting there, immediately responded, "Here!"

Without hesitation, he pressed a button in his hand.

hum-

The entire huge plaza instantly lit up with countless crisscrossing, deep blue rays of light.

The light outlines a series of precise square grids.

Immediately following, the ground beneath the feet of the soldiers standing in the formation.

It descended vertically without a sound.

The dark blue and dark gray figures sank rapidly into the ground as the platform sank, and the dense array on the plaza thinned out at a visible speed.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of soldiers vanished from the ground.

They were transported directly to a rest and medical area deep underwater, specially designed for combat personnel.

The top floor of the city lord's mansion.

Inside a spacious and simply furnished lounge.

The thick soundproofing material blocked out all the noise from the outside world, with only the constant temperature system humming softly.

A faint aroma of tea filled the air.

Fang Qingyu leaned back in the soft leather sofa, elbows on the armrests, fingers pinching his brow, eyes closed as he rested.

On the coffee table in front of him was an open tablet computer, its screen frozen on a visually striking poster.

The battlefield on the frozen plains is shrouded in smoke.

A figure with glittering starlight on his forehead and starlight flowing around him is wielding a sword towards the sky.

The backdrop is filled with countless hideous demons and the majestic skeletal royal court in the distance.

The movie title is prominently displayed at the top of the poster.

Breaking Dawn: Oath of the Icefield.

"Pfft!"

A suppressed laugh came from the side.

Fang Qingyu lowered his hand and looked at the source of the sound with a blank expression.

Chu Kuanglan's towering figure was slumped in another sofa, covering his mouth, his shoulders trembling as he tried to suppress his laughter, his face turning bright red.

Although Lu Jiuyuan next to him tried his best to maintain a serious expression, the corners of his mouth were twitching wildly.

Even Wei Banmeng, who was always aloof and cold, turned her head slightly at this moment.

Looking out the window, only her tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her efforts.

"Laugh if you want to, why hold it in?"

Fang Qingyu's voice was unreadable, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Kuanglan finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, slapping the sofa armrest hard as he laughed.

"Oh my Qingzi! I can't take it anymore, hahaha! Old Hong is too shrewd, so that's what he wanted for the portrait rights."

He laughed so hard he almost fell off the sofa.

Lu Jiuyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud, shaking his head repeatedly: "Old Hong's move was truly unexpected. But the editing was indeed very impressive, and the war scenes were quite grand."

Wei Banmeng also turned back, a trace of the lingering blush of a smile still on her face. Her voice returned to its cool tone, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes: "The box office should be very good. Old Hong's goal has been achieved."

She was referring to what Hong Qitian had said earlier.

We need to use a major victory to counteract the panic and mobilize the entire population.

Fang Qingyu rubbed his temples helplessly.

Looking at my own image on the screen, so artistically rendered and radiant, I felt a bit of a toothache.

I knew Old Man Hong was up to this.

I shouldn't have agreed so quickly.

I need to at least get some resources, otherwise I'll feel like I'm losing out.

After the laughter subsided, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

But it was quickly replaced by another emotion.

Chu Kuanglan wiped away the tears of laughter, sat up straighter, and the smile on his rugged face faded, replaced by a hint of wistfulness: "The movie's already out, it seems Old Man Hong really isn't going to keep it a secret any longer. It's not far from the truth being revealed, is it?"

Wei Banmeng nodded, her gaze fixed on the gray sky outside the window, and said with certainty, "Yes. Based on three days, it should be tomorrow night."

The lounge fell silent again.

The relaxed atmosphere receded like the tide.

The full arrival of gods and demons
This left them somewhat at a loss for what to do.

If it weren't for Fang Qingyu leading them, their cultivation wouldn't have fallen behind.

They might be filled with anxiety right now.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over his companions, breaking the silence: "Have your families been settled? Have they arrived yet?"

Chu Kuanglan was the first to speak. He raised his hand to look at his watch and said in a gruff voice, "They'll be here soon! I just received a message that my parents and my brother's family will be outside the Great Wall in two hours. I'll go pick them up myself later."

Qi Hao scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "My parents probably won't arrive until tomorrow. It's mainly because my aunt and a few uncles are very close to my family. They heard that things are stable here in Dawn, so they all want to bring their families and come over. That makes it a bit too many people."

He looked a little uneasy, afraid of causing trouble for Fang Qingyu.

"It's alright." Fang Qingyu waved his hand, his tone calm. "It doesn't matter if there are many people. Dawn City is big enough. Once you're here, you're one of us. Just follow the rules."

His gaze swept over the others.

Old Qin nodded steadily: "My parents, wife and children have also arrived safely and are settled in properly."

Wei Banmeng nodded slightly: "My parents are still arranging the relocation, it should be in the next few days."

I heard that my friends' families are all doing well.

Fang Qingyu's face showed a rare gentleness: "Well, that's good. Spend the next few days with your family. Rest when you need to, and don't neglect your cultivation. Once the countdown is over, you probably won't have so much free time."

His voice was calm, but everyone could feel the pressure.

Everyone's expressions turned solemn, and they replied in unison, "Understood!"

The brief time spent together is precious.

Chu Kuanglan stood up first and said in a deep voice, "Alright! I'll go pick up the old man! Haozi, Lao Qin, come on, help me carry the luggage!"

He called out and hurried out.

The others also got up and went to make arrangements to reunite with their families.

Soon, Fang Qingyu was the only one left in the huge lounge.

The lingering aroma of tea in the air had not completely dissipated.

A sense of loneliness, a feeling of being alone after a great war, quietly spread.

Fang Qingyu leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, as if trying to hold onto this moment of tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

The space beside him rippled silently, like the surface of water tossed with a pebble.

Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in an ancient black robe, with a pale face like an ancient corpse, appeared silently beside the sofa as if stepping out of an ink painting.

It was Xu Fu.

He bowed deeply to Fang Qingyu, who was resting with his eyes closed, his posture extremely respectful: "Master."

Fang Qingyu did not open his eyes.

He simply gave a faint "hmm" to indicate that he needed to report.

Xu Fu's voice was deep and flat, without any emotional fluctuation: "The number of believers in the city has been counted, and there are about one-tenth of them who are followers of the God."

This ratio is not low in today's environment.

He paused, then continued, "Among them, there are probably about 30,000 people who are fanatical and extreme in their beliefs."

Fang Qingyu kept his eyes closed, only nodding slightly to indicate that he understood.

He paused for a few seconds before speaking: "Keep a close eye on them. Especially after the countdown ends."

"Yes, Master! I understand!"

Xu Fu bowed his head in humility and accepted the order.

After reporting, Xu Fu did not leave immediately, seemingly waiting for further instructions.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Fang Qingyu finally opened his eyes, his star-like eyes looking at Xu Fu, and calmly asked, "How much did you collect this time?"

Xu Fu seemed to have been prepared and immediately replied, "Master, there aren't that many people who deserve to die here. We've only recruited a little over three hundred so far."

Fang Qingyu tapped the sofa armrest lightly with his fingers, seemingly lost in thought.

After a moment, he made a decision, his voice calm: "You don't need to follow me for the next few days."

Xu Fu suddenly looked up.

There seemed to be a hint of surprise on his withered face.

Fang Qingyu looked at him and continued, "Go to the Federation and take a look around. There are a lot of damn people there. I'll get them to give you the green light."

Xu Fu listened with delight.

Then, with a thud, he prostrated himself on the ground.

"Thank you, Master. Your subordinate will certainly live up to your expectations!"

After saying that, he kowtowed twice more.

It then transformed into a wisp of black smoke, dissipated into the air, and disappeared.

The lounge fell completely silent.

Fang Qingyu leaned back on the sofa, his gaze falling on the tablet on the coffee table.

Jiang Wei was taken to the City of Injustice by the drought demon.

I heard the integration isn't over yet.

He picked up his phone, and the screen lit up.

Dozens of unread messages and communication requests popped up instantly on the lock screen.

The impact of Hong Qitian's film clearly far exceeded his expectations.

Whether you know them or not, whether you've crossed paths with them or only met them once.

At this moment, as if by prior arrangement, a barrage of information is coming.

"Squad leader! Have you seen the movie? It was so exciting!!"

"Brother Qingyu! I saw you at the movie theater! You were so handsome!!"

"Fang Qingyu? I'm your high school homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang! I never imagined you'd become so successful! The movie was excellent!"

"Mr. Fang, congratulations on the film's great success! I'm from Star Shine Media."

"Fang Shen! I'm in awe! That knife strike in the movie was absolutely amazing!"

……

The messages were varied, including congratulations, attempts to establish connections, and expressions of pure admiration.

Fang Qingyu patiently swiped his fingertips across the screen.

Ignore most of the meaningless compliments and unfamiliar numbers.

His gaze lingered on a few familiar names.

Zheng Lin: "Qingzi, are you all alright in the Arctic?"

Looking at this kind of information.

Even a simple greeting couldn't lift Fang Qingyu's spirits.

Fang Qingyu replied to each message one by one.

After finishing these tasks, he put down his phone and turned his gaze back to the window.

As dawn breaks, the city lights begin to twinkle.

The protective shield emitted a soft blue light, keeping the wind and snow out.

The city was ablaze with lights.

It appeared quite peaceful.

However, this is only possible in the City of Dawn.

Aside from cities in the Arctic.

The confidentiality period will expire tomorrow night.

Once Hung Chi-tien announced that the movie was real.

By the time.
foreseeable.

The world would descend into chaos.

But this has little to do with Fang Qingyu anymore.

Fang Qingyu picked up the slightly cooled tea from the coffee table and took a sip.

A bitter taste spread across the tip of the tongue.

The people who are meant to come, the people I want to protect.

Most of them are currently in the City of Dawn.

When chaos descends.

The first thing to do is not to stand out and be a hero.

Instead, you should first protect the people you want to protect.

Let's talk about the grander world then.

(End of this chapter)