Cartloads of lumber streamed into the city along the eastern road, one after another. The Church's reinforcements had arrived as well, white-robed figures constantly moving through the ruins, treating the wounded and soothing the people's hearts along the way.
The Ascension Society had also sent over a large batch of Born.
It had to be said, these Born were truly first-rate workers.
A broken beam so thick it took one person's arms to encircle it could only be lifted by a Night Watcher who had stepped onto a Transcendence Path. Yet a Born could hoist it alone and walk off as if no one else existed, carrying it from the east side of the city to the west without drawing a single hard breath.
They were like tireless machines.
Oh, they were machines to begin with.
Saying one of them was worth ten men was not an exaggeration in the slightest.
The Great Ascendant and A.M. never showed their faces in Bronze City again.
No one knew where they had gone after capturing those Crown of Ten Thousand Kings Fragments from the battlefield.
Of course, Klaus did not care where the Great Ascendant had gone. As long as the Born came over, that was enough.
And so Bronze City changed with each passing day.
The corpses and filth in the ruins were cleared away. Collapsed houses were torn down one after another, new lumber and stone were transported in, and foundations were marked out one by one.
Many residents squatted on the foundations of their own homes for half the day before taking out charcoal and designing the layout of their new houses on wooden boards.
As for the boundary between the inner city and the Outer City, Lu Yuan made a point of stopping to take a look.
That