Within the borders of Yin Country.
Zhao Ling took seven days to rebuild the cauldron-like structure of Fengrao City; now, the abandoned steel skeleton had transformed into a colossal tree. Millions of leafless branches thrust into the deep gray sky.
This tree, like the Cauldron of Fertility, was hollow in the middle and divided into many layers, connected by narrow paths. These roads were dense and labyrinthine, resembling an ant nest, wide enough for just two people to walk side by side. In constructing the Tree of Fertility, Zhao Ling had not considered how cars would be able to ascend.
At this moment, she sat alone on the "Lingxiao Throne" at the crown of the tree, legs crossed, looking out over the empty wooden hall, deep in thought.
She was well aware that, in recent days, the Yin Country's army had surrounded the area and continuously dispatched numerous short-range drones for reconnaissance.
