Rumble!
Screech!
A few buses drove into the square outside the gate of Phoenix Mountain. The doors opened and Liu Ziming and his fellow workers filed out. They lined up in the square before looking up; what they saw made them shudder.
Despite it being right in the middle of the winter, green mountains stretched out in rolls here, covered by layers upon layers of verdant plantation. Everywhere they turned, they were met with a wonderful aura of liveliness and comfort.
These workers were all migrants just transferred to Shengtian after their hometowns became vast uninhabitable lands trapped under ice and snow. What they saw here made them open their eyes wide in speechlessness.
They waited a little while before several trucks also arrived from afar, carrying workers, construction materials, and transportation equipment. After they joined the line, a person appearing to be a leader of some sort finally came out; he turned out to be Old Shui.
