At this moment, in the City of Light.
The usually lively street was now very cold and quiet.
Ever since the news of Wang Mang massacring the city spread, many of the residents in the large clan city had moved to the small city.
After all, Wang Mang's current record of massacring cities was only three large clan cities.
This also made these people naively think that Wang Mang only had a grudge against the large clans and would not slaughter the small city.
At this moment, Wang Mang's figure was standing in the sky above the City of Light.
Sensing the scattered residents, Wang Mang's expression became abnormally ugly.
The residents of the City of Light were far fewer than those of the other three major clans.
It was far from even half the number of people.
Staring intently at the empty house, Wang Mang's face sank.
"Huh? Where did all these people go?"
He stood in midair and muttered in confusion.
