On the other side of Xingdao City, construction of the new Nanyan Prefecture capital was in full swing.
To accommodate the people of Nanyan Prefecture, Zong Youdao had used his immense Magical Power to lay the foundations of the new Nanyan City. But all the painstaking work that followed would require countless martial artists to join forces.
Thump, thump, thump!
Thump, thump, thump!
On the south side of the city wall, Shan Renhu carried two enormous stone blocks on his shoulders. His heart hammered violently, and his face was flushed red from straining. He was clearly nearing his limit.
With every step, his body trembled uncontrollably, as though he could no longer hold on much longer.
Crash!
Suddenly, just as Shan Renhu was about to climb the steps with the boulders on his shoulders, his mind rang like a bell. His body went limp, and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, in his moment of danger, he rolled away like a donkey, avoiding being crushed by the boulders.
Otherwise, he would likely have lost his life right there.
Even so, after carrying those boulders for so long, his low level of martial cultivation had left him with internal injuries.
"I can't go on. If I keep this up, I'll probably die here."
After considering his options, Shan Renhu limped over to the supervisor in charge of building the city wall, a Dao Sect Inner Sect disciple. He bowed respectfully and said in a weak voice,
"Steward Lin Feng, I injured myself internally carrying boulders today. I'd like to ask for a few days off to go home and rest. I hope you'll allow it."
"Internal injuries?" Lin Feng's expression was indifferent, his gaze haughty. He waved a hand and said impatiently,
"Who working on the south side of the city