Chu Kuanglan and Wei Banmeng stood up high, watching people flood into the construction site like unleased floodwaters, quickly permeating every corner.
Watching those unfamiliar faces, some skillfully and some clumsily taking over tools, under the command of Deep Blue personnel, beginning to clear debris, reinforce foundations, repair equipment, transport materials...
"Old Chu..."
Wei Banmeng's cool voice carried a barely perceptible sense of sentimentality.
It rang beside Chu Kuanglan's ear.
Chu Kuanglan did not turn his head, his rugged face.
Mixed with bloodstains and ice shards, appearing particularly profound under the light.
His eyes looked at the bustling scene below.
Watching those new faces working diligently.
"Banmeng..."
Chu Kuanglan's voice was somewhat low.
"I seem... to understand a bit."
He slowly raised his hand.
Pointing to the construction site below like a boiling furnace.
Pointing to the figures silently working or shouting loudly.
