A Beauty's Tragic Fate

"This city had originally been utterly ordinary, with no particular fortune to speak of. Yet because of one person's single thought, its fortune changed, and the fates of many were altered as a result. But even so, it could at most turn small fish into big fish. In the vast ocean of the human world, so-called big fish are merely food for even bigger fish. Looking across the world, they are not worth mentioning."

"But now, in this tiny mud pond, a true dragon has appeared. While it lay dormant, it made not a sound; once it leapt into the air, it soared through the nine heavens. Though dragons can be small or great, they cannot come from nothing. Growth requires time and nourishment. Even one with dragon blood must struggle in the bitter sea before transforming into a dragon. It is far too unreasonable."

Around noon, several foreigners stood at the entrance of Qingyuan Middle School. The speaker was a middle-aged man leading the group, blond and blue-eyed, wearing a round-brimmed hat and holding a cane. A vintage monocle was set in his eye socket, making him look like an English gentleman who had stepped out of a story.

Though he was clearly a foreigner, he spoke not only flawless Chinese with an authentic accent, but even his tone and choice of words perfectly matched Yanhuang habits. If not for his appearance, no one listening to his voice alone would ever have guessed that he was a foreigner.

This foreigner was from Country F. His name was Golan.

"Indeed. Even if a supreme powerhouse now suppresses heaven and earth here, bestowing blessings upon this land, such blessings ultimately have limits. Resources can at most make a place prosperous. But to truly forge a spiritual core belonging to the city