With the new year having passed, the streets of the royal durian capital city were once again bustling and congested.
The noise and excitement masked the desolation.
People carried on with happy smiles or worried expressions, all striving for their livelihoods, unaware that these days might be limited.
Three streaks of light quickly streaked across the royal durian capital city's sky, landing in the military headquarters.
Since his return, Mr. Lin had been in the military headquarters, which was heavily guarded inside and out.
"Elder brother, how is father?" Seeing Albert Lin standing outside the door, Tony Lin quickly walked over.
Albert Lin glanced at them and sighed, "Bernando Houssay and a few other Water-type and Wood-type spiritual cultivators are inside, treating our father and Elder Galdin from the Spiritual Cultivator Association."
"What exactly happened?" Kenny Lin asked, his eyes radiating cold indifference.
