High mountain!
The platform on the summit was crowded with messy, disorderly buildings.
The architectural styles varied wildly. There were thatched cottages, blue-brick houses, cement bungalows, RVs, and golden houses...
These buildings were the mobile dwellings of cultivators, things similar to tents. At the edge of the cliff, beside the window of a small wooden house, two cloaked figures sat opposite each other at a tea table. A simple and plain tea set sat on the table before them, and two tea bowls were filled with a bowl of clear, bright tea.
The people wearing cloaks were none other than Wang Ming and Zhao Yun. The two of them had accompanied Song Renyi and his group in attacking this mountain in the southern region.
The process had twists and turns, but the outcome did not deviate much. It basically all went according to Song Renyi's script. After taking the place, Wang Ming and Zhao Yun, who had no particularly eye-catching performances, were assigned to camp near the edge of the cliff. One could say that once a fight broke out, this position would be the first to die.
I never expected there to be such useful things. If we had things like this before, we wouldn't have to sleep out in the wilderness. Zhao Yun sent a voice transmission to Wang Ming.
Wang Ming shifted his gaze, sweeping it across this three-section wooden house, and smiled. "Foreign civilizations are a highly developed world. It is completely normal to have things like this. If they didn't, it would instead make me feel surprised."
The wooden house they lived in looked like nothing more than an ordinary wooden house, and moreover was plain without any complicated patterns and decorations. In fact, this house was a magic treasure that could grow or shrink,