Only at dusk did Bai Ye finally finish making all the arrangements.
Sure enough, being a leader was no easy task. Organizing such a vast organization, right down to each individual, was a discipline in itself.
Facing the setting sun, he stood atop the enormous Gold Ingot building at the Fortune Commerce Association's headquarters, looking down at the city's people.
Born into an age of chaos, these people were like ants moving their nests, carrying their belongings bit by bit toward the Ten Thousand Woods.
Some districts of the once-bustling association had already become ghost towns.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion according to his plan.
Under the human elites' counterattack, the pseudo-humans on the front line had largely been wiped out.
His own people were also steadily relocating to the Ten Thousand Woods, and the overall situation was stabilizing.
Yet Bai Ye couldn't shake an ominous feeling.
"If nothing goes wrong, something's about to go wrong."
He wasn't worrying over nothing. He knew his wayward disciple.
With his wayward disciple making such a huge production of this, how could it possibly be so simple?
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, fixing on the spot where the sun was setting on the horizon.
Without warning, a streak of blood-red spread along the edge of the sinking sun, slowly bleeding through the clouds.
Bai Ye's vision shifted slightly. For an instant, he actually saw the setting sun transform into a gigantic scarlet heart suspended overhead!
Thump! Thump! Thump!!
The heart kept beating, faint scarlet ripples spreading through the sky.
But when he focused and looked again, the vision of the heart vanished in an instant. The setting sun was still the setting sun, as though what he'd just seen had been a fleeting illusion born of twilight layered over sunset clouds.
Yet