With the speed of his growth, it might only take Wu Mo 10 years to become a master blacksmith whom countless people admired.
Zhou Ning took a deep breath as she looked at the dead leaves on the road below.
"Keep it up, and don't ever stop. White River's prosperity depends on young people as strong as you."
...
Twenty minutes later, the military vehicle carrying Wu Mo and Xu Wanqing moved onto a wider road.
The forks around the main road were surrounded by railings that acted as a cordon.
The city center, which used to be very lively, was now cold and quiet as if it was no man's land.
Members of the Special Forces were piloting helicopters in the sky above to patrol the road conditions in advance.
"What a huge formation. Those city guards are too strong. They managed to evacuate the city center to the point that it's become so deserted."
