Night gradually fell.
At this time, there were basically no tourists in the forbidden city (Beijing).
Northern River's Loose Cultivator silently switched off his mobile phone and sighed. Although he had decided to quickly send a message to remind Thrice Reckless Mad Saber of his actions, he was one step late.
That Thrice Reckless Mad Saber fellow was truly incurable!
When it came to seeking death, Thrice Reckless had the memory of a goldfish. His scars had yet to heal, but he had already forgotten the pain. In addition, he was getting more and more reckless as of late... Was it possible that this was Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless' path to immortality?
After a short moment, Northern River's Loose Cultivator gazed at the huge forbidden city before his eyes, and a happy expression appeared on his face.
