The sky was overcast.
Fang Xi looked up, squinting his eyes.
Ever since the entirety of Black Stone City fell into the Demon Realm, the people of the city had not seen the sun again.
However, during the daylight hours of the outside world, the city was like a cloudy day, with a bit of light.
At night in the outside world, the entire city plunged into the abyss of darkness.
Outside the city gates.
Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze returning to the layer of black mist that separated the inside from the outside.
Next to him was the caravan of the White Cloud Martial Arts School.
Tang Xuan pushed a cart, upon which sat Lady Bai, with a countenance both charming and alluring, but now she was gazing worriedly at the layer of black mist, with a good amount of supplies by her side.
Liu Taotao, Mu Piaomiao, and others also carried parcels, their hearts filled with anxiety.
Even Zhang Junming was there, accompanied by a few street children.
