The gigantic city gate slowly opened.
In comparison, the few figures beneath the city gate seemed insignificant.
The little girl Nuannuan, and the old woman still smoking a pipe, both watched as Han Zhan walked into the city.
Watching Han Zhan's back, Nuannuan opened her mouth but made no sound.
In her heart, her impression of Han Zhan had once again undergone a tremendous change.
"Tsk, it's really rare to see such a proud young person in the City of Extreme Evil."
The old woman's eyes narrowed into slits, seemingly reminiscing, or perhaps just instinctively closing due to the bright white light ahead.
"Granny, can big brother Han Zhan really succeed in knocking the boundary?" Nuannuan suddenly asked with some concern.
"Heh, I've lived seven hundred years, and in all those years, I've never seen a successful gateknocker. Do you know why there's a vast open space of several kilometers between Fulong City's main city and the city wall?"
