As the time reached the end of February, in the South Ridge, some plants had already started to bud, contrasting sharply with the harsh winter on the New Continent, everything exhibited a vibrant vitality.
"Unexpected order."
This was Anfa's impression when visiting Xiahui City.
She had been to many cities, even many countries. She had been to the South Ridge before and had seen the initial form of Leyan City years ago. Now, she couldn't associate the large, orderly city in front of her with the remote, quiet little town from years ago.
The stone-paved avenue beneath her feet was solid and clean, clearly someone cleaned it daily. Along both sides of the street stood neat yet distinctively decorated buildings, and in the distance, the bell of the Huai Guang Church was ringing, resonating softly in the chilly wind.
