Zhang Shunlong's figure disappeared from the capital city.
The next instant.
He appeared beside the peach trees.
His aura began to weaken gradually, and at the same time, the golden radiance swirling around him also faded away.
Zhang Shunlong stood idly under the peach tree, looking up at the blossoms at its crown.
He seemed lost, muttering to himself.
"Compared with noblemen, we commoners are just a small ripple in the water when we die."
"But those with power cannot even bear a tarnish on their reputation."
"If there were no such thing as the powerful in this world..."
"There would be far fewer people like you and me, I guess."
As Zhang Shunlong thought this, his fingers began to clench tightly.
His gaze turned towards the direction of the capital city, and he took a deep breath.
It was as if he thought of something; his eyes lowered in contemplation for a moment, then slowly, he started walking toward the capital city.
