Dream Wilderness, Firstheart City.
Angel stood atop Skyvault Tower, looking down over the city as it gradually flourished.
Though it had not yet reached the bustling prosperity of carriages and streams of horses, it brimmed with the breath of everyday life.
Rapid footsteps sounded behind him.
"My lord." Frod came to Angel's side and respectfully greeted him. He said nothing more, simply standing quietly nearby.
Frod secretly studied Angel. He did not know what Angel was thinking, but for some reason, looking at him gave Frod a strange feeling.
They had clearly been apart for only a few days, yet Angel felt like a completely different person.
The aura radiating from within made Frod involuntarily think of... Angel's mentor, the Phantom Demon Master Sanders.
Just as Frod was staring blankly, Angel suddenly said, "City Lord Meng Lu's planning and renovation of the city's buildings should have been underway for quite some time, right?"
Frod froze for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
"No wonder. The buildings that felt out of place before look much better now," Angel muttered. If Sanders saw the city laid out like this now, he definitely wouldn't question my aesthetic sense anymore, would he?
Still, Meng Lu's performance had truly surprised Angel. Looking at the city's obvious transformation, even Angel could not help praising her inwardly.
"Actually, the previous layout was quite good too. Otherwise, no matter how Meng Lu sent people to renovate it, it would not have looked good," Frod said. "It's like an unattractive person—no matter how they apply makeup, they still will not look good. Any external change still depends on the foundation."
Angel turned and glanced sidelong at Frod. This fellow was getting better and better at telling barefaced lies.
Frod rarely flattered anyone. Seeing Angel remain silent for so long, he