Da Xia Time.
November 3, 2023, Lunar September 7th, in the early morning.
At this time, it was already approaching noon in Florida, Miland.
Suburban Farm.
Xu Yang and several members of the Spirits Management Bureau's Overseas Intelligence Group got into the car arranged by Zhuge Zhong and began to evacuate from the farm.
Zhuge Zhong was the last one to get in the car.
He stood at the entrance of the farm, his eyes slightly red, looking reluctant, and sighed, "I took over this farm when I was 21. It started with over 300 acres of land and a few old goats and has grown to this size, not expecting to have to move away now."
The old Daoist priest had a close relationship with Zhuge Zhong.
He stepped forward, patted Zhuge Zhong's shoulder, and comforted him, "Isn't everything we do to return home one day in a grand manner?"
