"Furthermore, the expansion of the city, after the Dayin River incident and the emergence of ancient relics, has been delayed for too long. Since you left, the deterrence has not been sufficient, and no progress has been made."
Mr. Lu paused then said, "What you said earlier was correct, 'A dike of a thousand li begins with an ant hill'... The earlier we proceed with the expansion, the sooner we provide shelter. Winter is approaching, and each day we delay, once winter comes, many will die."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan's expression darkened and he slowly said, "It seems that Wu Chang's blade is still not frightening enough."
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Phoenix Mansion City.
Wutong Temple.
In the small courtyard where the current Great Temple Priest resides.
The Great Temple Priest, named Lu Changsheng.
He appeared to be in his forties, dressed in a wide robe, seriously reading a classic text.
He had quite the scholarly air, his demeanor gentle, and his bearing extraordinary.
