A young cultivator stood on top of a small mountain, surveying the lush green world filled with marshes, dense forests, and swarms of mosquitoes and flies.
The mountain wasn't high, only a few hundred feet, with a very gentle slope.
Standing at the peak, he gazed into the distance and after a moment said, "This place is not bad!"
Standing beside him were dozens of people, both scholars and warriors, all dressed in the attire of Zhao Country. Seven large flying boats had already landed in the flat area at the mountain base. At this time, half of the flying boats were emptying and starting to take off one by one towards Zhao Country.
A large camp had already been set up at the base of the mountain. Tens of thousands of soldiers were changing into leather armor and iron shovels, beginning to clear the underbrush and forests, and digging ditches to drain water. A group of craftsmen were surveying the terrain, excavating foundations, and building a city.
