After signing the contract, Mu Bancheng and the others quickly slipped away. They were afraid that
if they stayed any longer, they would be extorted by this shameless Xia Ping. At that time, even if
they were extorted to the bone, they wouldn't let it go.
It was better to leave as soon as possible and cut off this bastard's thoughts.
Xia Ping and the others didn't stay either. They all majestically returned to the palace hall of the
ruined city. This hall was vast and could easily accommodate a thousand people.
At this time, the sky darkened and the temperature dropped rapidly. Snowflakes the size of goose
feathers floated down.
"What are you doing?"
Chu Rong curiously looked at Xia Ping's movements. This guy was rummaging through the kitchen
of a nearby house. He seemed to have found a pot made from some unknown material and set it
up with some firewood.
"I'm cooking something to eat."