On the return journey, the city streets remained bustling, like a city that never sleeps. It seemed to be influenced by Xuange God City's Colorful Pavilion of Mount Xia, with many buildings having this retro feel.
Zhu Minglang walked on the bustling roads, like someone famous but unemployed. He knew that not long ago he stood at the pinnacle of gods, fundamentally supposed to be as proud as the God Emperor, yet Zhu Minglang involuntarily integrated into the crowd, pondering an intriguing question in his mind...
"How come it's you again, have you gathered enough money?" As he reached the stone bridge, a girl with wheat-colored skin and crescent eyes asked.
Zhu Minglang didn't notice this girl at all and glared at her impatiently, "I'm not interested in your stuff, my dragon is now drinking Immortal Dew."
"Alright then, as long as you think that makes you happy." The girl rolled her eyes and continued to greet other passing customers.
