Presently, Taoyuan Village is no longer as lively as it was two days ago, as most of the workforce has gone to the inner areas of Daxing Mountain.
Those left behind are mostly mbers of the Han Family and the villagers who lived here before, along with a few elderly people with mobility difficulties.
In the 132th Regint, everyone except the combat personnel has been dispatched to construct the Underground City.
It’s crucial to ensure the logistics keep up if we want workers on the construction site to accomplish tasks efficiently and with high quality.
Cheng Xiaoxiao invited the two inside her ho, but unfortunately, there was no one else at ho. She awkwardly smiled and showed them to their seats, feeling it was a bit rude that there wasn’t anyone to make tea for guests. Maybe she should offer them each a bottle of mineral water?
Cough, cough!
As she was lost in her thoughts, Han Yi suddenly asked about her family.
"I heard Miss Cheng lives with a family of four, how co none of them are here?"
Although she had nothing to hide, she still glanced at Yanlan.
The other party understood.
"Miss Cheng, don’t hesitate to speak your mind."
"Oh, it’s like this, Mr. Yan has helped a lot, and I never intended to hide anything, and this ti he even saved my daughter’s life, so I should be honest."
Upon hearing Miss Cheng’s reference, Han Yi found it amusing that Miss Cheng assud that Mr. Yan’s surna was Yan, not realizing it was just a familiar na used by Leng Qi.
What an unreliable fellow.
While thinking this, he heard the person across from him continue, "I don’t intend to hide from you. I am planning to build an Underground City in the mountains. If I could have contacted you sooner, I would have warned you in advance."
Han Yi’s pupils dilated, utterly incredulous. Building an Underground City is such a massive project.
Their Dark Pavilion has a base in the Middle East that is also built underground, and that project took three years to complete, consuming vast amounts of manpower and resources.
It employed countless craftsn skilled in this field, and Miss Cheng’s idea of building an Underground City with this group of country folk seed utterly impossible to him.
And what does building an Underground City have to do with Mr. Yan?
What do they need to be cautious about?
Yanlan, seemingly deep in thought, gave Cheng Xiaoxiao a look, knowing she isn’t the type to joke around recklessly.
So he asked, "What’s wrong with the current location? Why build an Underground City?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled brightly, "I thought you knew better."
Zhou Yanlan pondered for a mont before addressing the key point, "Because of the prophetic dream?"
"Yes!"
Now, Han Yi couldn’t sit still. He leapt from his chair, "What do you an, Miss Cheng?"
Although earlier he was sowhat skeptical about Miss Cheng’s prophetic dreams, the successive unexpected events proved there was sothing valuable in them, forcing them to believe. It was because of this belief they retained most of their strength and successfully withdrew from the Yan State.
But what kind of disaster would necessitate hiding underground?
This can’t be a joke.
Each of their divisions still had many brothers.
Seeing the change in his expression, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t beat around the bush, speaking directly, "Yes, it’s exactly as you think. A cold wave is imminent, and it’s not just about snowing. The temperature may plumt beyond what the human body can bear, so hiding underground is the only way to survive."
Then Cheng Xiaoxiao self-mockingly said, "Of course, you all are Inner Strength experts. The cold wave probably wouldn’t affect martial artists with deep Inner Strength like you, but most of those following are ordinary people who couldn’t possibly survive on the surface."
Upon hearing this, even the usually composed Yanlan furrowed his brow.
Beside him, Han Yi urgently asked, "How sure are you, Miss Cheng?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao observed him with a slight smile.
"Believe it if you will, or leave it to fate. My assurance is only for my own people; I’ll do my best for those outside as much as I can."
Having said this, it was no longer her decision as to how arrangents will be made.
Soon, the two opposite her fell into deep thought. After a while, Yanlan spoke in a deep voice, "Get the ssage out imdiately."
Han Yi was still hesitant; this was a significant matter, "Mr. Yan, how about we..."
Before Han Yi could finish his sentence, Cheng Xiaoxiao interrupted, "So places may have already begun. If you only start making arrangents now, it might already be too late."
The system previously ntioned that the cold wave would arrive within ten to fifteen days, but they had been traveling for over a month. Although the temperature kept dropping daily under the relentless onslaught of wind and snow, it hadn’t yet reached the point where stepping outside would an freezing to death. She and Tongzi had discussed this and suspected that since this disaster was global,
the coverage was vast, and it hadn’t yet reached their area, but ti wouldn’t be in abundance. It could arrive as soon as tomorrow.
That was why she was hurriedly making arrangents these recent days, fearing it might be too late.
These people still held doubts, but by the ti they confirm the reality, it might be too late.
Yanlan gave Han Yi a fierce glare, speaking volus with just his eyes.
Han Yi swallowed the words he wanted to say and left without delay.
Cheng Xiaoxiao knew they had a big eagle that could deliver ssages swiftly; she hadn’t realized it could still function in such harsh wind and snow. If they could get the word out within a day or two and make so preparations, they could indeed save quite a few lives.
She breathed a big sigh of relief, not wanting it to end with just their little group surviving.
Having tackled the big issue, Cheng Xiaoxiao asked about Leng Qi’s situation.
"I wonder how Leng Qi is doing. Is he alright?"
"He won’t die."
Cheng Xiaoxiao wordlessly stared at Yanlan’s handso face. What kind of straightforward guy would talk in a manner that kills the conversation on the spot?
What does it an that he "won’t die"?
Can’t he speak a little more clearly? Why make people guess?
She continued to look discontentedly at the other party until Yanlan, sowhat embarrassed, flatly added, "He’s currently recovering in the Pavilion and is no longer in danger."
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoxiao finally felt relieved and less guilty inside.
The system was also secretly relieved, astonished at how resilient that young man was to survive such circumstances.
At that mont, Cheng Xiaoxiao also reflected on Yanlan repeatedly sending people to save her, even traveling thousands of miles this ti to rescue her.
She felt she owed more with each favor and had no idea how to repay it, "Mr. Yan has saved nurous tis, already repaying earlier kindness. For soone of your stature, I don’t know what you lack. Why not just say it directly? If it’s within my capabilities, I’ll certainly do my utmost."
"No problem."
What kind of answer is "No problem"?
It exasperated her. Although he was sowhat high-handed and aloof initially, he at least had a little human touch then. Now he was practically a moving iceberg, tempting her to throw him into a fire to thaw.
Suppressing her annoyance, she looked curiously at the person making her clench her teeth. The other seed sowhat helpless, then offered an explanation.
"By saving you this ti, I received an important piece of information. We’re even now."
Cheng Xiaoxiao: "..."
As Han Yi ca in, he heard his master say they were even with Miss Cheng.
Frustrated, he almost wanted to crack open his master’s head to see what was inside.
After all the effort to reach here... If he could do it all over again, he wished he could cover his master’s mouth.
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