Chapter Ninety-One: The Peculiar Code

The city of Yuanzhong in September was a breathtaking spectacle. Various trees, flowers, and plants blanketed the entire city, and when the gentle breeze blew, leaves of every hue danced through the air, as if one had stepped into a fairyland.

The falling phoenix trees fluttered gracefully, the ginkgo leaves twirled in elegant flight, the red and yellow lantern trees created a vivid contrast, and the wind whispered through the maple poplars—each element showcasing the city’s beauty and tranquility.

Stepping out of the airport, Li Weiwei was immediately captivated by the enchanting scenery, her previous nightmares forgotten, fully immersed in the evaluation of the splendid sights.

Every city possesses its own unique charm, a charm born not only from its architecture and flora but, above all, from the people who shape its very soul. And each...