Chapitre 1370: The Puppets in the Silver Warship

The morning sun sprinkled from the sky, covering the earth with a golden cloak. The white clouds passing slowly obscured the sun from time to time, casting shadows on the ground.

Yellow Spring City woke up before dawn.

After nine years of development, the formally desolate city had become the largest city in Earth Prison. It was lined with high-rise buildings, filled with roads that connected with one another, and crowded with people and vehicles.

The air rang to a creaking sound. That was the sound of the shop owners and workers opening their doors. Below those high-rise buildings were shops. The development of the city was driven by people, and when the population was larger, there would naturally be more shops. With many shops lined up on both sides of the streets, the city appeared to be bustled with activity.