The various shops were dazzling, with blacksmiths selling weapons and equipment, the clang of hammers ringing continuously!
There were also pharmacies displaying a variety of rare herbs and elixirs, emitting bursts of medicinal fragrance!
And inns and taverns offering food and lodging, where sounds of laughter and drinking games rose and fell.
In the context of this post-apocalyptic world, such prosperity was as precious and rare as an oasis in a desert.
Lin Lang took a Martial God Coin out of his pocket, handed it to Ding Xinrou, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Crush this coin and see what happens."
Ding Xinrou was slightly taken aback. Having been with Lin Lang for quite some time, she knew well that Lin Lang always had a deep meaning behind his actions, so she didn't ask why.
Without hesitation, she extended her slender fingers and gently squeezed, turning the Martial God Coin into powder at her fingertips.
As the Martial God Coin shattered—
