Luo Ze, Didn't He Come?

"Has it already gotten this serious? Fine, fine. This was bound to happen sooner or later anyway. A little earlier or later doesn't make much difference." Yu Ningmeng muttered to herself.

Then, she began asking about the specific list of personnel.

Since the Federation was making such a major move, the people they sent would certainly be different. The reception arrangements had to be handled properly.

Upon hearing this, the subordinate beside her hurriedly took out another folder. "City Lord, these are the Titled Douluo coming to support North City this time."

Yu Ningmeng nodded and casually flipped it open. Although she had mentally prepared herself, she still could not help freezing when she saw the names on it.

She truly had not expected that after all these years, the Federation would have a full seven-digit number of Limit Douluo, while Titled Douluo and Soul Douluo were even more countless.

To put it exaggeratively, they were like cabbages being sold by the roadside—grab at random, and you would get a whole pile.

But why was his name not there?

The person she meant was naturally Luo Ze.

As the previous North City Lord, whether by reason or sentiment, he should have come to assist in the battle. He could have been a great boost to morale.

Why had he not come? Yu Ningmeng truly could not figure out what that brat was plotting again.

Douluo Continent was not considered too far from North City. On top of that, they were all elite Soul Engineer legions, so what should have been a week-long journey was forcibly shortened to three days.

As a result, the various personnel in North City, who had still been in the middle of making preparations, were visibly dumbfounded when they saw the dense mass of people before