After Wei Qixuan took over “The Land of Hope”, a “teacher” immediately appeared by his side. He has been following the teacher, receiving education and guidance to learn how to manage and develop “The Land of Hope”.
Under the protection of the Divine Lord, the Land of Hope became an area where people no longer needed to fear interference from Nightmare Beast Seeds. Wei Qixuan assigned some capable individuals from Hope City to enter and leave the Land of Hope, bringing its seeds and other resources to the surface, and cultivating land around Hope City for planting.
The Land of Hope is rich in resources, easily sufficient to support tens of thousands of people. The city lord ceased providing food supplies to the Land of Hope, but its inhabitants were already familiar with its operations and could now sustain themselves. Later, the city lord could provide them with basic items and spices for cooking.
In Hope City, many of the elderly were skilled in repairs and crafting. With their health improving under medical care and no longer worrying about food, a significant number of them successfully regained their strength and could start working again.
After resolving the food issue, the next challenge was accommodation. While they could temporarily find places to live within the framework of Hope City, this was far from the flourishing city the city lord envisioned.
Their current mission is daunting—transforming the skeletal remains of Hope City into a truly worthy city for the lord.
Wei Qixuan couldn’t quite picture what the city lord’s ideal city looked like. However, through conversations with stationed soldiers and doctors, he learned that it was a place of peace and comfort, where everyone had ample private space, as well as the ability to pursue their own creations and dreams.
Yet, Wei Qixuan could not imagine what such a world would truly look like.
According to some elderly individuals who once held higher positions, the city of the City Lord is very likely similar to cities before the apocalypse. However, Wei Qixuan could not imagine this. He was born after the apocalypse began, and now he lacks enough information to fuel his imagination.
He sat in an open space while his teacher conducted a lesson. Many who were not currently engaged in farming tasks came to attend these classes. As the future leader of Hope City, Wei Qixuan received education earlier than others. He needed to compensate for the disadvantage of his young age by working hard to meet the City Lord’s expectations.
He knew he was not the best candidate. Among the adults gradually recovering their health, he wasn’t considered truly useful. With the help of his teacher, he had to learn, consolidate his knowledge, and elevate himself to an irreplaceable level as quickly as possible.
One day after class, he asked his teacher whether he could become an exceptional person in the City Lord’s eyes.
His teacher looked at him and said, “In the City Lord’s heart, everyone is exceptional.”
Wei Qixuan didn’t quite understand the meaning of this. He had a clear definition of what it meant to be exceptional—leadership skills, critical thinking, learning ability, and much more. Only when all these traits reached an unparalleled level would one deserve to be called exceptional.
The City Lord had created for them a perfectly fair city, allowing them to use their abilities to shape their own futures. Yet, the City Lord had also granted him special privileges.
Under no circumstances could he waste this privilege.
He was determined to make those who had not yet submitted to the City Lord see clearly that the decisions of their City Lord were absolutely correct and wise.
Hope City regained electricity. Previously without power, they succeeded in bringing it back with the help of researchers who used materials from the “Land of Hope” and resources airlifted from the City Lord’s main city. With electricity, they could work for longer hours.
Living in a mobile city meant endless labor every single day. Even though it was monotonous and seemingly without end, it was something they had to do.
For Wei Qixuan and the others, work was their purpose.
He observed that every evening, except for the elderly whose bodies had not yet recovered and children unable to do heavy labor, everyone was doing their best to clear the land and work until their strength was completely exhausted.
They understood that they needed to prove their value to the City Lord, demonstrating that they were worthy of enjoying such privileged lives in Hope City.
His teacher once asked him, “Are you certain you want all the people to engage in such intense labor? A more reasonable schedule would be to work eight hours a day.”
“Is it like this in the main city?” Wei Qixuan inquired.
“Yes.” His teacher would never refuse to answer his questions and would even elaborate further. “In the main city, people work eight hours a day with two days off per week. Only sufficient rest ensures higher work efficiency, which also increases their capacity to consume. The flow of capital must remain in constant motion.”
Wei Qixuan looked at the hardworking residents of Hope City and said, “The system of the City Lord’s city does not suit the current Hope City. Right now, we have nothing, and we must rebuild everything with our own hands. Besides, I don’t think our lives are difficult at all.”
“Is this not difficult?” his teacher asked, frowning as he watched the people, even under the lights, raising their farming tools and laboring. “Even the soldiers have already rested.”
“It’s not difficult.” The more Wei Qixuan learned from his teacher, the more he understood the greatness of their City Lord, who could create such a joyful world for the people. “To us, we can rest whenever we want, sleep whenever we want, and cook whenever we’re hungry. We can choose to fill our stomachs or eat until we’re full. We can choose what work to do and whom to work with.”
His teacher was silent for a moment before asking, “To you, is this what freedom means?”
Wei Qixuan shook his head and looked at the diligent workers. “This is not freedom; this is opportunity. It’s the City Lord’s opportunity for us to choose our future. Perhaps under the City Lord’s protection, we could live more comfortably, but… Teacher, what the City Lord gives us is hope for the future.”
In the mobile city, their repetitive daily labor was merely the bare minimum they needed to survive. Fundamentally, they wanted to live, but what kind of life they could lead had never been up to them to decide.
Now, however, among them, the concept of “ownership” was born.
“Every piece of reclaimed land can be regarded as a personal contracted area. Based on the size of the land, corresponding resources can be claimed from the ‘Land of Hope’. These privatized things are the beginning of our desires. We all want a better life. When such a life can truly be achieved through our own hands, who would be willing to give up such an excellent opportunity?”
“Is that so?” The teacher, upon hearing this, seemed to ponder slightly.
“Can you understand this, Teacher?” Wei Qixuan looked up at the teacher beside him. She was a woman full of intellectual charm, always dressed in clean, beautiful clothing, with shiny, well-kept hair—beauty they had never dared to imagine. In the future, could they possibly become like her?
“Yes, I understand,” the teacher replied, turning back to smile at him. However, she said something unexpected, “But I don’t like it.”
Wei Qixuan was startled, “Why not?”
“Because in these people’s desires, the City Lord is absent,” the teacher said thoughtfully, lightly stroking her chin. She squinted as if in deep thought, then shook her head. “No, it can’t be said that he’s completely absent, but it’s very minimal.”
“We are all deeply grateful to the City Lord for bringing us this new life—truly grateful,” Wei Qixuan quickly declared, eager to let his teacher know his loyalty to the City Lord. “The City Lord is my hero, my goal, and I will give all my efforts to assist the City Lord in creating the new Hope City.”
The teacher smiled. Her soft hand gently patted his head. Looking up from beneath her touch, Wei Qixuan saw his teacher’s satisfied smile. “That’s why I don’t dislike you and why I’m willing to teach you personally.”
Wei Qixuan vaguely sensed that the City Lord’s original residents held an unwavering faith in the City Lord, one that even surpassed their faith in the Divine Lord.
However, Wei Qixuan never believed that his own loyalty to the City Lord was inferior to anyone else’s.
One morning, a loud rumbling sound came from outside, capturing everyone’s attention. The residents of Hope City stood at the edge, gazing toward the direction of the noise. Everyone was filled with fear and unease, with some even beginning to kneel in worship of the Divine Lord.
The sound came from the direction of the Nightmare Beast Forest.
Wei Qixuan immediately wanted to investigate and find out what was happening.
“Don’t panic! Stay calm!” At that moment, a soldier appeared to reassure the crowd. The soldiers’ strength was undeniable, and their presence, while not entirely calming the people’s worried expressions, ensured that no one caused any disturbances.
“What’s going on? Do you know what’s happening?” Wei Qixuan asked, his heart filled with nervousness as the unfamiliar noise heightened their constant fear of the Nightmare Beasts.
“They’re laying down tracks,” one of the soldiers explained the situation. “There’s no need to worry—it’s a normal, routine project. Once the tracks are successfully laid, the two cities will be connected by train.”
In that instant, everyone was stunned.
Tracks?
A train?
They were familiar with these two things but only in a distant, conceptual sense. Trains—vehicles that traveled fixed high-speed routes—had once existed in the safety of the old world. They could carry many people and transport large amounts of goods, symbolizing the advanced technology of a bygone era.
“A train? Are you serious? A train?” someone exclaimed in shock. “But wouldn’t trains just become vessels for Nightmare Beast Seeds to parasitize and spread?”
During the early stages of the Nightmare Beast Seed outbreak, all tracks were destroyed as a precaution. Since then, trains have existed only in historical documents.
“They won’t,” a soldier confidently assured the crowd. “All the tracks are specially made and will be equipped with protections against Nightmare Beast Seeds… Uh, safeguards—yes, the Divine Lord will protect everything, ensuring it won’t be parasitized. Everyone, stay calm.”
Yet, this announcement was like a stone cast into a pond, creating waves of astonishment. No one could believe that something abandoned in the old days was making its way back into their lives.
“Is this really possible? Can it actually be done?”
“A train? A train? Weren’t trains supposed to be obsolete forever?”
“Of course, it’s possible,” the soldier replied, looking proudly at the awestruck crowd. “This is an order from our City Lord! There’s nothing in this world that our City Lord cannot accomplish!”
Wei Qixuan found it hard to believe.
Even though Wei Qixuan knew the City Lord’s city was extraordinary, he never imagined it could be so extraordinary as to resurrect civilizations that had once been forced to be abandoned.
A train…
A train.
Wei Qixuan knew what trains were—immobile relics of the past. The creation of a train signified that the City Lord had found a way to survive and thrive in a world plagued by Nightmare Beast Seeds. Could this truly be the case?
The more he understood, the more Wei Qixuan felt the immense power and awe-inspiring nature of the City Lord’s achievements, accomplishments far beyond their reach. He wondered if others shared the same feelings he did.
That day, his teacher placed a thick stack of papers in front of him. Wei Qixuan casually glanced at the contents, discovering a simple design—diagrams and tables. The papers looked expensive. As he flipped through them, he realized they formed countless booklets.
However, when he learned what these booklets represented, he was stunned.
Wei Qixuan called a meeting with all the residents of Hope City. Everyone set aside their farming tasks to attend. Thanks to the availability of a loudspeaker, he no longer needed to strain his voice to quiet the crowd. As he looked at the steadily improving farmland and the framework of Hope City, he realized how pleasing and beautiful everything was becoming.
“Today, I have gathered everyone here to discuss something related to the opening of the train line.” By evening, the sound of machinery had ceased, signaling the end of the workday. Speaking through a loudspeaker, he addressed everyone: “Once the train begins operation, many people from the City Lord’s main city will travel to Hope City as tourists. At that time, Hope City will see its first influx of capital, and everyone can start preparing items for trade.”
In that instant, everyone froze.
Money?
Even now, mobile cities use a unified currency system. People earn money through their work and use it to purchase food within Hope City, creating a cycle.
However, after the residents of Hope City were abandoned, others took away all their money. For those left behind, money lost all meaning.
Yet, at the mention of currency circulation being reinstated, a strange thought suddenly arose in everyone’s mind—could they truly become a city again?
They had assumed they would return to a primitive barter system, but now, the idea of using money again was unexpectedly within reach!
“We… we can earn money again?” Finally, one resident was the first to react. “We can really earn money again? Is this… is this true?”
“Earn money? If we earn money, can we buy things? But… where would we buy them from?”
When someone suddenly asked this question, the crowd instantly fell silent. Everyone looked hopefully at the young boy sitting in the main seat. At this point, no one questioned whether the boy was qualified to lead anymore. Their thoughts were entirely consumed by the possibility—could they really earn money again? Could they purchase items?
“When the train starts running, it won’t just bring tourists here. Merchants will also come and stay briefly in Hope City. You’ll be able to buy what you want from them,” Wei Qixuan explained.
“But we don’t have money. Does that mean we have to sell something first to afford anything?” someone asked.
“No,” Wei Qixuan said softly, his gaze lowering slightly as he struggled to find words worthy of praising the City Lord. He raised his identification card. “Inside everyone’s ID card, there’s already money credited for your work. Based on the amount of work you’ve done, wages have been distributed accordingly. You can use your ID cards to make purchases directly!”
The room erupted into an uproar!
The residents were overwhelmed with excitement.
Did they actually have money?
Their hard work wasn’t merely rebuilding their home—it turned out they were employees of Hope City. And the City Lord had already paid wages to every single one of them?
Was this real?
Could it truly exist? Was it not just a fanciful vision of an ideal future they had imagined?
They weren’t just reluctantly saved and seen as burdens, were they?
At that moment, no one knew what would happen next. Yet, this incredible and unimaginable event—something that could only appear in their dreams—suddenly unfolded in reality without warning!
Wei Qixuan sat on the framework of Hope City, observing the residents. Some were filled with hope and joy, others were uneasy about the sudden possibilities, and some were troubled by doubts about having nothing to sell. Yet despite everything, Wei Qixuan saw a light in each of their eyes.
He had witnessed the moment when the residents of Hope City were on the verge of total despair. Even now, he remembered the bleak, lifeless eyes of those who had lost hope. But now, everyone has regained their strength and transformed back into healthy, vibrant individuals.
The residents discussed eagerly amongst themselves. Children clung to their family members, sharing in their joy. Seeing all this before him, Wei Qixuan, despite resolving to stay strong, could not help but feel the urge to cry tears of happiness alongside them.
“I have a pricing chart here. You can refer to it for the fixed prices of some items. For things not on the chart, you can estimate the value yourself, but don’t set the prices too high, or they won’t sell. Think about what you can offer to sell and start preparing now. In five days, the tourists will arrive!” Wei Qixuan used a firm voice to quiet the crowd’s excitement and anticipation, bringing the meeting to a close.
The others were filled with anticipation, and Wei Qixuan was no exception.
When the tracks and station were finally completed near Hope City, all the residents rushed to see them. One by one, they gathered, and not a moment passed that day when the station was empty. Everyone stared at the station, dreaming of the new hope it would bring.
Wei Qixuan would often visit the nearby station. The platform, illuminated by its lights, stood lonely without the train present. But suddenly, a word surfaced in his mind—”beacon.”
Perhaps this small station could become the beacon for their broken Hope City.
During class, his teacher asked him, “Don’t you want to sell something? You’ve been studying so diligently. If you’d like, I can give you a day off.”
“No, thank you,” Wei Qixuan shook his head. “There will be money in the future. For now, I just want to master knowledge faster than anyone else.”
The day before the travelers’ arrival, something large and imposing was transported by train—a peculiar cylinder that appeared to be a standing lamppost. Wei Qixuan personally received it, and to his surprise, it was indeed a lamppost.
Wei Qixuan didn’t understand why such a massive lamppost had to be specially transported. The post was so enormous that it seemed to press down on the wide train as if it might collapse under its weight.
Once powered, the lamppost emitted a beautiful cyan glow. The light was soft—remarkably gentle for such a massive structure—and that strangeness left him in awe.
When touched, the lamppost felt warm, not cool. For some inexplicable reason, touching it filled Wei Qixuan with a profound sense of reassurance.
The next day, the train arrived once more. But this time, it wasn’t just the brightly lit train that arrived—Wei Qixuan saw, for the first time, so many dazzlingly elegant people.
What kind of sight was this?
It was as if countless City Lords had gathered in one place, their overwhelming presence nearly suffocating everyone around them.
As the current sole administrator of Hope City’s residents, Wei Qixuan was responsible for welcoming the visitors from the City Lord’s main city. Yet, when he truly saw these people, he found himself forgetting how to speak altogether.
These people…
They were stunning.
Every one of them was dressed in exquisite clothing, the kind that those in the mobile cities couldn’t even dream of. Their physiques were flawless, men handsome and women beautiful, young and old alike, each possessing unparalleled perfection in their appearance. It was as if they were models sculpted from data to achieve world-class beauty.
Though Wei Qixuan had already prepared himself after seeing the perfect features of the soldiers and doctors stationed here from the main city, he realized that his preparations had been entirely inadequate!
These individuals descended from the train with cheerful laughter.
It felt to him as though gods had descended.
“This place seems very spacious, and the air is nice—it smells of soil. Has it rained recently?”
“Wow, is that Hope City over there? It’s really just the skeletal framework now. Such a massive city can actually move? I saw on the travel brochure that it’s huge, but you really don’t grasp how big it is until you see it with your own eyes.”
“This area must be the reclaimed farmland. The place we just passed was all scorched earth. Judging by how this looks now, it must have taken a long time to reach its current state. That’s no easy feat.”
Wei Qixuan stood stiffly in place, listening and watching as travelers descended from the train one by one with bright smiles. Their attire, so different from his own, seemed impossibly perfect.
In Hope City, unique clothing was not unheard of, but it was costly. Most people owned only two or three sets, which they carefully mended and wore sparingly. Each new piece of clothing was cherished deeply.
The freedom to wear whatever one wanted was a concept that had become distant—something almost exclusive to historical records.
Were these people dressed so beautifully and freshly because they were tourists? No… that couldn’t be the case. Wei Qixuan knew this much: these dazzling outfits were likely just ordinary clothes to them.
As he looked at the cheerful travelers chatting in small groups, their faces all lit with radiant smiles, their postures upright and confident, they seemed to glow under the sunlight, exuding an air of brightness and ease.
Unconsciously, Wei Qixuan clutched at the hem of his shirt. Though he had anticipated a stark difference, facing it directly brought an inexplicable wave of fear that nearly overwhelmed him. He began to feel short of breath, and the welcoming speech he had prepared completely escaped his mind. At that moment, the limitations of a ten-year-old’s limited experience were painfully evident.
Lowering his head, Wei Qixuan found himself lacking the confidence to speak to people like them.
“All tourists, over here! Come on, come on, gather at your team leader!” At that moment, several tour guides were already holding small flags, waiting for their groups to assemble. The crowds were quickly divided and organized, but even then, Wei Qixuan remained rooted in place.
Until the tourists dispersed, he didn’t receive a single glance from any of them. The vast, unbridgeable distance between him and the ordinary residents of the City Lord’s main city struck him for the first time.
“Xuan Xuan, why are you standing here frozen? Are you daydreaming?” Suddenly, a familiar voice—one he had almost engraved into his heart—sounded near his ears. Startled, Wei Qixuan jerked his head up and saw the person standing before him: the City Lord he revered so deeply.
Wei Qixuan looked at the City Lord before him. The Lord’s demeanor and attire were completely distinct from those of others around him. Even those accompanying the City Lord shared this extraordinary presence. Yet before this, Wei Qixuan had still been able to regard the City Lord as merely a conventional city leader—someone naturally deserving of the finest resources.
But now, Wei Qixuan realized he had been wrong. The City Lord wasn’t someone who indulged in privileges selfishly. This powerful leader had genuinely succeeded in uplifting all the residents of his city and achieving shared prosperity.
At that moment, Wei Qixuan felt a sudden, sharp pain on his forehead. It jolted him back to his senses, and he realized the City Lord had playfully flicked his forehead. “Xuan Xuan, are you back with us now?”
“My Lord,” Wei Qixuan murmured softly.
“What’s the matter? You don’t look well.”
Wei Qixuan looked up at their City Lord. Among the dazzling and elegant ordinary residents, the City Lord wasn’t even the most physically striking one. Yet, despite having an appearance that might not stand out comparatively, this person had managed to lead such an extraordinary group of people. Wei Qixuan, who already deeply revered the City Lord, now felt that even worshiping him wouldn’t adequately express the depth of his admiration.
“Why are you standing there so dazed?” The City Lord bent down, puzzled, and held Wei Qixuan’s hand. “Let me take you to see a doctor.”
The City Lord’s hand wasn’t large. Even compared to Wei Qixuan’s late father, it felt small. He let himself be guided by the City Lord’s strength, noticing they were following behind the main group of tourists.
“It’s nothing. I—I’m just a little overwhelmed,” Wei Qixuan suddenly remembered what the City Lord had just said and quickly tried to explain himself. “I’ve never seen so many dazzlingly elegant people before.”
“Dazzlingly elegant?” the City Lord asked, genuine confusion showing in his eyes. Only Wei Qixuan could tell that even the City Lord himself wasn’t dressed as luxuriously as the tourists. Compared to them, his clothing was remarkably simple.
No Lord would want their residents to outshine them.
But their City Lord was different.
“Yes, very dazzlingly elegant,” Wei Qixuan admitted, hiding nothing, not even his more negative emotions. He wanted to share everything, even his insecurities, with the City Lord he respected so much. “I’ve never encountered so many stunning people all at once. I… I always thought your city was just like Hope City at its peak. Now I see how utterly wrong I was.”
Creator. He had once heard the soldiers use this word to address the City Lord during a conversation.
Back then, he didn’t understand. But now, he did.
The City Lord’s achievements were so profound that even the term “Creator” was not an exaggeration.
“Perhaps others are thinking the same as me now. After truly seeing the residents of your main city, my Lord, we finally realize just how inferior we are,” Wei Qixuan said, gazing at the dazzling group ahead, seemingly more radiant than the sun itself.
Meanwhile, the Hope City residents who had set up small stalls nearby stood utterly stunned. Though the environment around them was somewhat noisy, Wei Qixuan could distinctly sense the silence among the residents of Hope City.
For a long time, the residents of Hope City had eagerly anticipated this day. They were excited by the possibility of earning a small income through their creations during this period of renewal. This was their first opportunity to trade items independently, rather than having everything controlled by the upper class. However…
Wei Qixuan could empathize with his fellow residents. They had carefully prepared what, to them, were incredibly precious goods, which they cautiously placed on their small stalls for sale. But as they truly saw the “buyers”, they suddenly realized that the items they had painstakingly prepared seemed almost worthless.
“It looks like most of the goods here are vegetables. I don’t see much else being sold,” one of the main city residents casually remarked, observing the surroundings.
“Yes, here’s a little flower wreath. Oh, it’s so cute.” Suddenly, a young girl in the crowd bent down, picked up a small flower wreath from a stall, and placed it on her head. She turned to her companion and asked, “Does it look good? If it does, I’ll buy it.”
The young girl managing the flower wreath stall, still a child herself, was so nervous she could barely speak when asked for the price. However, the tourist girl didn’t rush her and instead comforted her, encouraging her to take her time. Her kind attitude seemed to drop a small stone into the icy lake of the Hope City residents’ hearts, cracking the frozen surface ever so slightly.
“This vegetable looks unfamiliar to me. I don’t know how it tastes. Should I buy some to try? Boss, do you know how to cook this?” another tourist asked.
“Wow, what is this? It looks so unique! Is it steel artwork? It has this feeling of something repurposed, like it aligns with the aesthetic of my newly opened shop. This one’s great too—so distinctive. Boss, your taste is amazing. I think I’ll take all of these,” someone else said.
Before Wei Qixuan’s eyes, small trades slowly began. Through these exchanges, he saw something unexpected—kindness.
Kindness thrives in times of abundance, and now, in Wei Qixuan’s eyes, the air is filled with it.
“That’s wonderful,” came an odd sigh near Wei Qixuan’s ear. He looked up and saw the City Lord with an expression of relief. “It seems everyone is quite interested after all. I was worried that visiting here might be boring for them, and they’d feel like their travel expenses were wasted.”
In that instant, a flood of confusion filled Wei Qixuan’s heart.
Does a City Lord really need to consider the thoughts of the residents?
Could it be that Wei Qixuan’s understanding of what a City Lord should be was wrong all along?
Were the residents of the main city able to have such happy, carefree expressions precisely because they were under the care of a City Lord like this?
As tourists entered Hope City, they were allowed to explore every area except for those currently being used as housing. Trained guides introduced the visitors to what Hope City used to be like, along with some conjectures about its original appearance.
“This is such an exclusive chance. In the future, under the City Lord’s development, this city will definitely transform from just a skeleton into a beautiful metropolis, right? If we don’t see it now, we might miss the opportunity forever.”
“I should invite my friends later to see if we can film a documentary on the city’s transformation. It’d be great to capture all of our City Lord’s incredible accomplishments,” one traveler suggested.
Amid the buzzing conversations, Wei Qixuan looked up and noticed the City Lord’s slightly embarrassed expression in response to all the praise.
“Goodness, these NPCs are way too good at flattering people,” the City Lord murmured under his breath.
While Wei Qixuan didn’t catch the City Lord’s exact words, he could tell that the City Lord was brimming with joy, unable to suppress the smile brought on by the presence of the main city’s residents.
At that moment, Wei Qixuan couldn’t stop himself from wondering—does the City Lord treat them, the residents of Hope City, with the same care as he does the people of the main city?
If not, then could their efforts eventually earn them the same favor from the City Lord as the residents of the main city received?
And could such efforts bridge the gap between them and the people of the main city?
“You’ve been looking downcast since earlier. Did something happen?” The City Lord asked him this question again.
Wei Qixuan knew he was still young and should learn to control himself. But at this moment, overwhelmed by great anxiety, he deeply wished for a promise from the City Lord—even if it were just an empty one.
“My Lord.” For the first time, Wei Qixuan acted like a child, tugging at the hem of the City Lord’s clothing as if in a plea. “Have you ever regretted taking us in, even though we’re so worthless? You have such brilliant and outstanding residents—do you… do you look down on us?”
Wei Qixuan knew that asking such a question was excessive.
But he couldn’t help it. He was truly uneasy.
After witnessing such an immense disparity firsthand, it suddenly dawned on him just how different he was in the eyes of the main city’s residents, even when he was working so hard.
“Xuan Xuan.” In Wei Qixuan’s eyes, their City Lord stood like a deity bathed in light. He heard this deity-like figure say, “In the future, you will develop just like the main city. I will carefully and diligently ensure the growth of Hope City. Hope City is my city.”
At that moment, Wei Qixuan’s eyes widened slowly.
All his anxieties vanished, swept away completely.
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