Lanfeng Village.
The morning sun shone brilliantly, illuminating the several-meter-high iron fence, which stood darkly at the village's perimeter.
Thick iron bars, as thick as a bowl's rim, stood one after another, impenetrable, gleaming brightly, emitting a cool, blue light, as solid as a rock.
The top of the fence was adorned with menacing spikes, which were coated with an unknown, strange-colored liquid, particularly striking in the morning light.
Su Lin gazed from afar and couldn't help but nod in approval.
Noticing his expression, Chen Xinting spoke with a barely detectable sense of pride:
