The second day.
Dawn gradually broke, the pale azure sky adorned with a few lingering stars, and the earth lay shrouded in a hazy veil, as if covered by a light gossamer.
Yi Chen, clad in undergarments and draped in a Taoist robe, clutched the railing, gazing toward the direction of the fire lotus clouds, the morning breeze slightly billowing the robe hanging off his body; no one knew what he was thinking at the time.
At this moment, the piercing injury caused by the super Yin being on his left shoulder had mostly healed, the pinkish flesh already filling the void, and he would recover completely within a day or two.
Having been in Longjiang Prefecture for seven days and witnessing so much that had transpired, Yi Chen couldn't help but feel a multitude of emotions.
"Indeed, the affairs of the world are like a game of chess, unpredictable like the vast cosmos."
"The mortal world is like a cage, the weak lack freedom."
