By the time Su Mo had finished meeting with all the managers, both major and minor, from every corner of the city, it was already evening.
Since the last trace of winter's chill still lingered, Hope Town's celebration was nearly over.
The residents of several nearby villages had already been sent home in batches by bus, while those who remained were cleaning up the garbage left behind by the gathering of tens of thousands.
"How about we stay the night and give it a try?"
The suggestion from a manager of the South Suburbs Alliance won the approval of quite a few people.
Unlike old monsters such as Hades, who had been born a century ago, most of the younger generation of managers had inherited their shelters and had lived in Qinggang City ever since birth.
Throughout their long yet simple lives, underground living had become an ingrained part of their understanding.
The surface, gathering tribes? Strictly speaking, everything they had seen today was a first.
The lively spectacle of tens of thousands gathering was a grandeur that underground shelters could never provide.
Among the crowd, Buden, a manager from the Bent Horn Shelter in the southern suburbs, was one of those who wanted to stay.
As a shelter between miniature and small in scale, Bent Horn had a population of around fifteen thousand.
Before the city underwent its great changes, it had mainly relied on exporting small industrial products to keep the shelter running.
Now, as the Tian Yuan Alliance's industrial capacity gradually increased, Bent Horn had become one of the shelters most severely affected.
That was why Buden had come early: he wanted to find a chance to lead the shelter through a transformation.
After entering Hope Town, the managers gathered in groups first arrived at the town's