Xi Lu revealed sincere gratitude in his eyes, thanking Nian Bing from his heart. Watching the formation of the lake, observing the vast expanse of plants being cultivated around, the sense of loss he felt when he first came here was gradually dissipating.
Nian Bing shook his head, saying, "Big brother, there's no need for thanks between brothers. I am also happy to see the changes here. Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, when the Lost Continent is fully cultivated, the Four Great Empires may fight over the territory. This is human nature at its worst, but after all, by that time, the Lost Continent will also be revitalized. This time, we met with those survivors, who have lost all memory of their ancestors and are just struggling for survival. Among them are Humans, the Elf Race, and your Dwarf Race."
Xi Lu's strong body shook slightly, "Lost their memories? Nian Bing, can you clarify a bit more?"
