Meanwhile.
Upper Sun City.
The once bustling shantytown had long been deserted, with hundreds of thousands of cultivators and mortals temporarily taken into the inner city.
Under the command of the patrol team in the inner city, cultivators were responsible for defending the city, and mortals were responsible for logistics.
Residential areas like the Commoner District of Millet were packed with disaster victims.
Empty houses like No. 44 and No. 45 Courtyard were temporarily requisitioned as disaster relief homes.
Of course, Yu Xian wouldn't know about these matters.
Otherwise, he would have sold the house long ago through an intermediary.
At the top of Upper Sun Mountain.
A beautiful middle-aged man with a thin face and three-foot-long beard looked through layers of buildings at the seemingly endless army of demon beasts beneath the city, but his eyes didn't even waver.
He was none other than the mysterious True Master Bronze of Upper Sun City.
