Entering the gate was a main road, four lanes wide, flanked on both sides by rows of single-story houses covering a large area, the houses were densely packed.
Past this layer, there were six-story buildings, which Gu Pan counted to be more than three hundred.
Many people were on the streets, their faces carried relaxed smiles—an atmosphere Gu Pan felt she hadn't seen in a long time. It was truly nice; peace was really nice.
Looking at all this, Gu Pan began to wonder if there were others who had been reborn or could predict the future. Or perhaps it was the high-level administrators; otherwise, although the temperature had recovered, why had the base not changed at all, and why was it still expanding? It seemed like the leadership knew that the apocalypse would continue. It was hard to tell whether they were thinking ahead to secure their safety or there was a Prophet involved.