Blue skies and white clouds.
Beautiful and pure, as if nothing had ever happened.
Only when he looked down at the ground did he see the damage wreaked by the typhoon.
The stark contrast between the sky and the earth couldn't be more evident.
On the walls, Yang Tianlong, Li Hang, and others were on duty, standing guard.
They cleaned up the duty room, which was flooded by the typhoon.
The entire wall looked like it had been through a spa treatment.
The gray wall surface was incredibly smooth.
About six hundred meters from the Big Camphor Tree Base, there was a house halfway up the mountain.
After Zhong Chuchu and the others returned, they were surprised to find that the house wasn't as severely damaged as expected.
"Maybe it's because it's on the leeward slope," said Uncle Lan behind Zhong Chuchu, stroking his beard.
"Hmm, everyone tidy up your things, repair what needs to be repaired, and then we'll start on our tasks," Zhong Chuchu said to the crowd behind her.
