At this moment, in a specially crafted world!
The night was swirling, and the sky gradually darkened.
In a mountain range full of pits and craters, Wang Mang's figure stood firm.
Next to him was Wang You, holding a divine sword.
A cool breeze brushed past, causing Wang Mang's deep-space Daoist robe to flutter noisily.
The cold wind that met him slapped against Wang Mang's face.
Feeling this long-missed chill, Wang Mang whispered softly,
"Compared to the outside world, this place feels more like the real world."
The bright moonlight poured down, landing on Wang Mang's indifferent face.
Wang You's expression was the same.
It was probably the case of a dual expressionless duo.
After a while, Wang Mang finally snapped out of his reverie.
Looking back at the divine sword in Wang You's hand, Wang Mang became pensive.
The events of today had completely shattered all the thoughts he had held in his hand.
