"Recently, I feel like this City of Immortals has become cold and cheerless."
In a restaurant, a drinker held a wine pot and gently shook it. He looked out through the window with a thoughtful smile on his lips.
On the opposite side of the table, a Daoist with coarse clothes coldly said, "Cold and cheerless? There are more and more people in the City of Immortals." After a pause, he continued, "Not only people, even monsters and evil characters are more and more here."
"What monsters and evil characters can hide from your eyes?" The wine drinker sneered and took another sip of the wine. "Even if there are, they're probably just small in numbers. They haven't done any terrorist attack lately, it's really boring."
The Daoist on the opposite of him frowned. "You call me to complain about this nonsense?"
