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In the deep of the night, atop a hillside stood a lone city, where several individuals clad in guard uniforms were bound and hung above the city gates.
Their wrists had been cut open, and fresh blood ceaselessly flowed, yet no one dared to cut them down or apply medicine to their wounds.
Time quietly slipped away until the moon climbed atop the trees. Zhu Minglang leaped onto the back of the Ice Morning White Dragon and left astride the divine, pristine White Dragon.
Eventually, the hanging guards were rescued, their eyes filled with terror as they were near death from blood loss…
"You should be grateful that you showed some restraint earlier; otherwise, he would have surely waited until your blood had run dry before leaving. Why, in life, must one commit sins for mere personal desires?" An old man, also dressed in guard attire, approached and addressed the morally corrupt guards.
"That is the City of Sin, full of human scum..."
