This former peerless prodigy had also attained the rank of Marquis.
His expression was just as grim. He had clearly received the same orders.
"Junior Brother Li." Ling Feng strode closer, his voice low. "I assume you received the orders?"
"Mm." Li Wen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the city as its lights began to twinkle on, one by one.
Ling Feng's brow furrowed. "I'm worried the migration itself... will be a major hurdle. The populations of hundreds or even thousands of cities will have to pour into a few dozen remaining locations in a short amount of time. The sheer pressure of transportation and resettlement is hard to imagine.
The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled; women and children... How will we keep them safe on the road? And with so many people concentrated in just a few cities, will basic supplies like food, water, and power be able to keep up?
