The townspeople of Frostwind Town were stunned by the prosperity of this territory.
Including that young minor noble, Yoren Green, who was deeply captivated by the sight before him.
His gaze swept across the neatly arranged buildings, the orderly streets, and the well-planned facilities, and an indescribable excitement rose within him.
Everything showed that this territory was different from the others.
Compared to the barbaric development of other survivor lords, everything here was so orderly, pleasing to the eye, and filled with a sense of security.
To put it simply, this place seemed more civilized, like a city of hope rising from chaos.
Yoren could not help clenching his fists, and a blazing fire gradually ignited in his eyes.
This is the kind of territory I have always dreamed of building—the ideal land I longed for.
If I can put down roots here and take part in building this territory, I will surely be able to put all the knowledge I learned from books to use.
After bringing these civilians into the territory, Cao Xing turned around and headed back.
With nothing else to do, he went straight to the territory's rear garden.
At that moment, the exquisite Dryad sisters, as delicate as figurines, were still carefully tending the flowers and plants, occasionally bending down to trim away excess branches.
Whenever they bent over, their movements revealed skin as white as snow and the curves of inverted half-bowls.
Fortunately, this was the sisters' private area, and almost no one came here at other times.
The image of their breathtaking figures surfaced in Cao Xing's mind again.
Then, he walked straight over.
Amid Juliette and Nifu's startled cries, they suddenly felt a powerful hand around their waists, instantly pulling them close.
Then their feet left the ground, and their vision tilted.