After struggling for a long time, it was already sunrise. The sky is still dark blue, but a line of fish belly white has emerged in the east. At the end of the day, everything seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist.
Most of the hard laborers had dispersed and left the influence of the formation. Those "voluntary volunteers" quickly disappeared from their minds, and they all stepped on the frost and dew on their way home.
But not everyone has a home.
The displaced and homeless laborers gathered in twos and threes, and their words with different local accents all contained a hint of sadness.
Seeing several immortal masters coming out, almost everyone took a few steps back, half out of respect and half out of fear.
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