Qin Yu and Zhuo Jing walked on the streets of the Divine Capital City. Looking at the bustling Divine Capital City, Zhuo Jing couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
This place had turned into a paradise. The structure of the entire city was the same as the world of ordinary people.
"What do you plan to do if someone pretends to be you?" Zhuo Jing asked.
Qin Yu shook his head and said, "I can't be bothered. Perhaps he wants to use my name to intimidate others. I'm only here to find a quiet place to cultivate."
Zhuo Jing thought for a moment and seemed to think that it made sense, so he didn't continue asking.
Then, Zhuo Jing followed Qin Yu to a back mountain.
This place was uninhabited, and it was extremely large. At a glance, it looked like a desert, somewhat similar to the Donghuang.
'I'll enter seclusion here,' Qin Yu thought to himself.
