"I'm here, introducing for the last time."
After speaking, Fang Qingyu turned around, raised his arm high, and pointed to the city behind him.
"Here, named Dawn!"
"It's also our Human Race..."
Fang Qingyu's voice suddenly rose, echoing through Heaven and earth:
"The first ray of morning light that breaks through this endless night!!!"
"Dawn! Dawn! Dawn!!!"
No guidance was needed.
The frenzied emotions swelled to the peak, erupting like a tsunami once again.
Tens of thousands roared these two words.
The sound waves rose higher and higher.
Fang Qingyu's face broke into a sincere smile.
He just stood quietly, watching.
His gaze swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces below.
Looking at Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Jiang Wei, Shen Zhou, Qi Hao...
Watching those volunteers covered in mud but with bright eyes.
Watching those Cyan Dragon Gang warriors bearing scars but standing tall.
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, his voice clearly audible throughout the field:
"Now..."
