Baili Qingfeng and Shi Yiyi returned to their own courtyard.
The courtyard still had not changed much.
The only real change was that after the security grilles had been removed, the light was noticeably better.
Baili Qingfeng sat in the reclining chair on the balcony, enjoying a rare moment of leisure as he gazed toward Qingyuan Mountain.
Qingyuan Mountain was merely an ordinary little hill. It was just that Xia City itself had no scenic attractions worth mentioning, so the authorities had artificially renovated Qingyuan Mountain.
When Baili Qingfeng's prestige was at its peak, the local authorities had even designated Qingyuan Mountain as his private territory.
But later, Baili Qingfeng refused.
He did not need any territory.
Besides, in his view, even with his personal strength, it would be difficult to complete the relevant construction on Qingyuan Mountain.
As it turned out, he had been right.
With Xia City's economy developing rapidly over the past year or two, Qingyuan Mountain had constantly undergone large-scale upgrades and renovations under the organization of the local authorities.
Although the mountain was still the same little hill several hundred meters tall, and a round trip on foot took less than two hours, the various sights and facilities for visitors to enjoy had increased by a great deal. It was said that more than a hundred thousand tourists visited every day.
Sitting here now and looking toward the distant mountains, Baili Qingfeng could still hear the hubbub of countless voices rising from the slopes.
He turned his head.
On the other side, countless high-rise buildings had sprung from the ground, their tempered glass glittering brilliantly as it reflected the sunlight.
Thinking back to the streets lining both sides of the roads along the way, and the happy smiles blooming on the faces of the pedestrians...