章 193: Whitey, Strip Him and Throw Him Out

Zhao Musheng, with a large cape draped over his shoulders, set his foot on the Imperial City's bedrock stones. He held his head high and the corners of his lips curled up. 

Having left the Imperial City for so many months, he was nostalgic for the air here. After all, he had stayed in this Imperial City for so long, to the point where he almost believed he was originally from here. 

The bustle and hustle on the streets remained the same, but in comparison to before, the security enforcement of the Imperial City increased. There were soldiers in armors patrolling everywhere.