Standing on the tallest mountain in the Huai Gate area, Ji Hao looked around.
The sky was still covered by dark clouds, but through the cracks between these clouds, warm sunlight had already poured down in streams, illuminating the dark world.
Magically, not only a large number of human beings wearing ragged clothes quietly emerged on the surrounding mountains, standing high, dancing, and shouting thrillingly, some small creatures, which seemed to be insignificant and fragile, also popped out from everywhere.
A large group of marmots with moist furs stood right beside Ji Hao. The leader of this group straightened its body as much as possible, popped out its beady eyes, and looked around in surprise.