Yu Zhengxing's voice was stern and forceful, "The rise and fall of the Continent is the responsibility of cultivators; this is not merely my own dream, but the dream of successive generations who have guarded Loulan Town. It just so happened that this dream was passed down to me at a time when the heaven and earth are undergoing changes.
This is my destiny, as well as yours!"
Hou Niao covered his face, his mood heavy: So, I am supposed to use my personal savings to fulfill such destiny?
Yu Zhengxing swept his hand grandly, articulating his dream, "We shall establish a line of Protective Forests along this Dark River, to block the wind and sand coming from the Extreme West. If we can accomplish this, and persevere for a few hundred more years, this place will once again shine with the glory of the Snow River of history, and you all will be the founders and witnesses of this great undertaking, your names etched into history!"
