After seeing the things Li Junwu spoke of with his own eyes, Xu Yuan fell silent.
The sunlight filtered through the reconstructed city defense canopy and entered the city, as though draped in layers of murky shadow, robbing everything of its colors. Light and dark seemed to lose their meaning, and the entire prefecture city resembled a faded painting.
The giant crater that scarred the city like a festering wound had been smoothed out. The walls were no longer broken. The obliterated districts reappeared, and the citizens who should have perished stared blankly around, bewildered.
As his gaze swept across the city, Zhenxi Prefecture City appeared to have reverted to the moment before the battle began, as if everything they had experienced was nothing but a fleeting dream.
