"Luo Fan, what would you suggest?"
Han Xiangdong's voice rang out beside the campfire, as calm as ever, yet it made the nearby Holy City Sequence Users fall silent in unison.
Everyone's eyes settled on Luo Fan.
Luo Fan looked at Han Xiangdong, then glanced at Zhi Zhou and Ding Yuening beside him, who were also waiting for an answer.
He had not originally wanted to interfere with whether these people from the Holy City stayed or left.
After all, everyone walked their own path. He had no right to decide for others.
But since Han Xiangdong had asked, he could not brush him off.
"Actually, whether you choose Peach Blossom Spring Town or Lin City should be your own decision."
Luo Fan spoke candidly and calmly. "But since you've asked, I'll say a few words. My suggestion is to stay in Peach Blossom Spring Town."
Han Xiangdong did not interrupt. He simply waited quietly for him to continue.
Luo Fan held up one finger. "First, it's close. The four thousand-plus of you are the advance party of the Holy City's migration, and several more groups are still on the road."
"If you keep heading toward Lin City now, the people behind you will have to make that exhausting journey too."
"But staying in Peach Blossom Spring Town is different. It's only a little over a dozen li from your current location. Once you've settled in, the later groups can come straight here, saving time and effort."
He paused and raised a second finger. "Second, Peach Blossom Spring Town has running water and electricity."
"Not torches for lighting or water carried in buckets to drink, but electric lights and tap water like before the apocalypse."
"The Holy City had good conditions back then, but even there, only the core area