The distant rolling thunder disturbed the tranquility of Qingquan City.
Behind the ruins buried by the snow curtain, in Giant Stone City located on the edge of the three-ring line, people crossing the street corners and alleys all raised their heads.
"What's that sound?"
"It's pretty rare to have thunder in snowy weather."
"That's not thunder... sounds a bit like something exploded."
"From the north? I've heard it's been going on for a long time."
"They wouldn't bring the fight to Qingquan City, would they? There's nothing here worth coveting for those country bumpkins."
"You just called them country bumpkins, and you still expect them not to covet what you have?"
"Even if they really did attack, what of it? Master Fang will surely have a way to deal with it!"
Here, you can't see too far.
Citizens who could survive in the city would never go outside. The poor living under the concrete walls might go out scavenging, but usually, they wouldn't go too far.