Although Beiting Huang's mood had already calmed down, the damage to Huang City had dealt her a huge blow. It had also caused her personality to change slightly. There was a hint of indifference in her coldness. At least in the short term, she would probably not be able to let go.
Danska City returned to its former prosperity and liveliness. On the streets on both sides, the fragrance of herbs wafted from the shops and stalls. Beiting Huang still did not forget to pay attention to the herbs, afraid that she would miss out on precious herbs.
"Big Brother, buy my herbs. Big Brother, my father picked my herbs from the deepest part of the Starmoon Plains. Buy one!"
