Only Tang Zhen was left on the final table. He was still pouring himself a cup of wine and drinking by himself.
Although the night was dark, the liveliness did not decrease, and the laughter continued.
For the natives who didn't have to worry about death or the next day's livelihood, time didn't restrict their actions.
When he was really tired, he would go home to rest or find a random place to lie down.
After they woke up, they could continue to have fun.
Carrying a pot of fine wine, Tang Zhen walked along the long Street and arrived at the edge of purple light ruins.
There were many ancient and mysterious statues here, as well as many damaged buildings that looked old and dilapidated.
However, this place was not deserted. From time to time, one could see the figures of cultivators living in the ruins near purple light ruins.
Cultivating, waiting, his days actually felt a bit carefree.
