Baichuan City, on the outskirts of the East District.
Even after hundreds of years, the chaos of the past is still evident on the outskirts; countless vehicles haphazardly piled up.
Even on the widest main roads, the congestion was severe.
But not a single car had anyone inside.
Why the last of these vehicles were left here, and how people departed, remains unknown.
When Tang Feiji brought Tang Xian here, the sunlight had a hint of summer warmth.
It no longer felt as cold as earlier in the morning or the previous night.
The number of buildings in the suburban areas of the East District was noticeably reduced.
The plants at the periphery of the city grew as if they had been mutated by radiation, more vigorously than those in the mines.
It was hard to imagine that these camphor trees could attain such imposing size, their branches and leaves reaching the sky.
