When Feilin, Lisa and the rest arrived, they saw the Little Zombie struggling with a hoe, while Ange used a gust of wind to blow away the sand and soil that was being dug up.
However, the structure beneath was too vast. With only the strength of Ange and his companions, it was like ants digging into a sand beach. After a while, it caved in.
"Eh? Lord, have you dug up the Divine Seat?" Feilin asked in surprise.
"The Divine Seat? City Lord, you recognize what's underneath?" Aisike asked in astonishment. He had visited this basin numerous times, but he never thought there was something buried beneath.
"Divine Seat?" Negris echoed, "What Divine Seat? That kind of Divine Seat?"
Except for Lisa, everyone's curious eyes turned to Feilin.
"The Twelve Guardian Divine Seats, guardians of the World Transit Station. I haven't seen them in a long time. The Divine Seats are still in perfect condition. The construction quality of the Empire is excellent." Feilin exclaimed sincerely.
