บท 65: The Destructive Power of the Sh*t-Stirrer

Splendor Plaza was

one of the prosperous areas in the capital city. It was just one street away from Jingwen Square. The residents here were either rich or from noble families.

Under the night sky,

the cold, biting wind was blowing, and its chill was bone-penetrating.

One could be so close and still not be able to see the person who was practically standing opposite him.

A figure appeared in the corner in a sorry state. He leaned against the wall and panted heavily. His eyes were glazed over as a violent murderous intent surged in his body. He clenched his fists tightly. "F*ck you, Dragon Lake Institute!"

He rested for a while.

Yin Jijie adjusted his aura and glared in a certain direction. "Old fart, no matter how powerful your Immense Righteous Energy is, you still can't catch up with me. Serve you right!"

Looking at the luxurious courtyard at the side, there was a palace inside.