"Ah, it's Brother Zhou!"
Wang Meng's face broke into a smile, "Brother Zhou, recently, are there many people like us heading towards the City of Dawn? Once we get there, will there still be a place for us to stay?"
This question reflected the doubts in many people's hearts.
Everyone instinctively slowed their pace a bit and perked up their ears.
Zhou Yi, upon hearing this, didn't reduce his speed, but his voice carried a unique pride of a Dawn Warrior: "Many! Very many! Ever since God Fang... ahem, since Captain Fang slashed open the Arctic sky with a single blow, hundreds and thousands of people have been coming from all directions every day. The transport point by the harbor hasn't stopped, the convoys keep going non-stop, and half of our scout team has been assigned to reception and on-route guard duty!"
