Peach Spring in the New World.
"Mister Issho, are you still finding life in Peach Spring comfortable?"
Lott walked slowly down the broad street with Issho at that moment.
Looking at the thriving prosperity of Peach Spring, his heart was full of pride.
These were forces he had built entirely with his own hands, and at that moment he actually had a sense of déjà vu, as if he were playing a simulation game in his previous life.
Issho nodded and said with a smile, "I feel like there isn't any place in this world that can compare to Peach Spring anymore."
When he had first laid eyes on Peach Spring, he had assumed it was merely a temporary prosperity that might not last.
However, during the time he had served as the head instructor of Peach Spring, the happiness displayed there was not just a fleeting facade.
As time went on, the living standards of the people had actually grown better and better.
Perhaps in the very beginning, Peach Spring was composed of many islands and countries with different cultures.
Now, every race and every realm, even with differing faiths, were all exceptionally harmonious with one another.
Moreover, more and more islands and countries were joining Peach Spring, so the territory of Peach Spring was constantly expanding.
Not a single war had broken out.
Issho's reply was completely within Lott's expectations.
"I wonder when Mister Lott plans to make your move?"
Hearing this, Lott knew what Issho was referring to.
He slowly raised his head to look at the sky. "It should be soon."
He had not deliberately paid attention to the process or the outcome of Ace's pursuit of Teach.
He knew that no matter what happened, Ace's life would certainly not be in danger.
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