In Mithril City on Silver Wing Star.
As the base from which Hua Zhen had developed his own forces, this place had changed tremendously after more than a decade of development.
The traditional architecture of the Sub-Angel Civilization had been remodeled into an entirely new style. Towering buildings rose into the azure sky, evoking the gaunt, jagged peaks of a landscape painting and the breathtaking stone forests thrusting up from the earth.
Kesha was not one to cling to old rules. As long as she believed something could aid development, even if it belonged to a lowly Subordinate Civilization, she would adopt it—keeping its essence and discarding its dross, learning from their way of life and the way people interacted with one another.
Her reason for doing so was simple. Although the Subordinate Civilizations had been propelled forward by the angels, some things had remained unchanged, such as their views toward women.
In many of them, men and women were equals. By turning Mithril City into this, the more female angels came into contact with those Subordinate Civilizations, the more their mindsets would naturally begin to change.
The facts proved that she had been right. Now, female angels could be seen strolling the streets in groups, chatting and laughing. They no longer shied away from the gazes of men in the way they dressed.
On the morning of Hua Zhen's second day back in the west, Kesha had brought him here. She wanted him to see the fruits of her years of effort. She would never have done this with anyone else, but he was different.
They were both dressed casually and had brought no guards. They walked through the bustling streets, taking in the harmonious scene of angels and Subordinate Civilization residents around them. They came in all shapes