On the tray in front of him were three pieces of black, gray, and white ore. In the big wooden cup beside him, there was a black and white half, clearly separated.
The old dwarf raised his trembling hand. A thin layer of skin hung on his bones, making him look weak.
He grabbed the white stone and placed it in the wooden cup.
Fang Ping stood in the corridor and watched the sunrise again.
The dazzling light instantly dispelled the darkness and woke up the entire city. It was still very emotional to look at it again.
Fang Ping's team had already lined up in the corridor. The Lord's Guards in front rose with the sun and began to walk out. Fang Ping's team followed behind.
Fang Ping turned around and took another look at this round, crown-like city.
