The night was as dark as ink. The imperial capital once held the reputation of a city that never slept, yet its former prosperity and liveliness had vanished. The entire city felt desolate and silent.0

Faint sparks of firelight could be seen in the distance. Patrol soldiers were still roaming the streets day and night, hunting down so-called rebels.0

Before long, Ling Feng arrived at his own General Weiyuan's Mansion.0

This place had originally developed into a branch of the Divine Ling Sect. Ling Feng had hoped that the disciples of the Divine Ling Sect would leave the Xianzong Mountains and compete directly with the geniuses of the imperial capital. Only through such trials could the sect gradually rise onto the right...1