As the night fell and the starry sky was dotted, the lights of the ten thousand houses in the capital were lit up. The evening wind blew gently, cool and comfortable, making people feel very comfortable.
At the top of an attic, Lin Bai stepped on the rubble and looked at the center of the capital from afar, looking at the ten thousand houses' lights.
Laughter, angry curses, wails, and the occasional smell of alcohol wafted in the wind.
In an instant, he seemed to have seen the first time he came to this city. Everything he saw was very strange, like a country bumpkin entering the city.
At that time, his cultivation had just begun.
However, time flew by. In a trance, he had become the "enemy" of this city. Everyone had to kill him. Thinking of this, the corners of Lin Bai's mouth rose slightly.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the debris behind him.