Several days later, Meng Xinghai wore a grave expression. Chixia City was truly becoming an isolated island; its connection with the outside major cities was nearly severed. If they sent out ten letters, receiving even one reply would be fortunate.
At this rate, in less than ten days, they would be completely disconnected from the outside world.
He said in a deep voice, "Like an isolated island in the world, all towns will be like this. The situation is extremely dire!"
Qin Ming also looked solemn. He and Meng Xinghai stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance. In just a moment, they saw a headless corpse drifting away in the night sky.
"According to the timeline, winter should have passed. But why hasn't the ice and snow melted? The Fire Spring is reviving a bit slowly."
Four days later, Meng Xinghai, after much anticipation, finally received a letter from afar. As he opened it, he was immensely excited, his voice rising.
