In the evening, a senior official from Zhonghai City came to pay a visit and offer his regards. He sat for a while, then hurried off.
The affairs of Zhonghai City were now a tangled mess, and the fact that he'd found time to come at all showed he'd squeezed it into an already packed schedule to make his position clear, though Chen Shouyi didn't care.
That night, he lit the gasoline lamp he hadn't used in ages.
After getting used to bright electric lights, he found the gasoline lamp strange when he lit it again. Through the window, the entire city lay in darkness, as though shrouded in a black curtain.
Chen Shouyi didn't cultivate. He read for a while, then went to bed early.
Over the next few days, his body gradually recovered. He grew stronger by the day, and his diminished attribute points quickly returned.
The power still hadn't come back. As far as he knew, the damage this time had affected far more than Zhonghai City. Most of the coastal region had been hit, and many power plants had been destroyed. Restoring electricity would take who knew how long.
Most factories, however, now ran on steam power, and one after another had already resumed operations.
Although the invasion by the God of Lightning had caused few deaths, the destruction in Great Xia Nation far surpassed that of any previous war.
That night, Chen Shouyi went to a remote spot on the outskirts and shot into the sky.
After climbing tens of thousands of meters, he flew east toward the sea at forty or fifty kilometers per minute. With the air defenses as they were now, they were completely useless against such speed. Half an hour later, he landed on an uninhabited Small Island.
The whole island