In about half an hour, the sand table was fully formed.

From the angle of He Lingchuan, you can just see the majestic plateau and the stone forest like a thousand sails——

On the sand table are the Chipa Plateau and the Ghost Needle Stone Forest, Zhu Erniang's home.

The red general is wearing a mask again.

This time it is an eagle-headed mask, in three colors: brown, gold, and red. The workmanship is equally fine, and the style is also a bit abstract.

It must be said that General Red's aesthetics has always been online. He Lingchuan was very curious, who made the mask for her?

Zhong Shengguang also stood on the edge of the sand table, looking down at the miniature Panlong City.

There is a vertical line between his eyebrows, which is the result of frequent frowning.

Commander of Panlong Wasteland, this position represents responsibilities and burdens that ordinary people cannot bear.

What's more, He Lingchuan thought of King Yuan's entrustment. The "scourge" that caused the mighty Yuan Kingdom to perish with grief and anger was now with Zhong Shengguang. Once the secret was leaked, the consequences would be disastrous. For this alone, the psychological pressure he would bear would be unimaginable.
Chapter completed!