Yi Yun felt helpless. Bad surroundings make bad civilians. This phrase had its logic. It wasn’t because the people in bad surroundings were immoral, but being moral did not ensure their survival.
“Time to work! Work time! The guys from the warrior preparation camp shouted.
A few men walked towards the big cauldron. It was time to replace the day shift.
Yi Yun straggled at the back. He walked slowly as he stared at the cauldron.
In the eyes of others, Yi Yun looked stunned by the huge bronze cauldron that was burnt by purple fire. Indeed, the cauldron was huge. Yi Yun’s height did not even reach the second handle of the cauldron.
In fact, Yi Yun’s sight was filled with faint points of light. It looked like flying fireflies dancing in the night.