In Spring City, it seemed like perpetual darkness reigned, the wind howling endlessly through the eternal night.
Bizarre streams of light constantly surged above the canopy of night, as if the aurora and neon lights were thrown into a blender, turned into juice, and then tirelessly spread layer by layer—nauseating, yet over time, the senses strangely began to acclimate.
Even the sight of this scenery became mundane and exceedingly normal.
Upon realizing this, Ji Jue's heart couldn't help but tighten with vigilance.
The contamination of evil often occurred insidiously.
Often invisible to the naked eye, it could be a share at an AA meeting, a bizarre dream forgotten upon waking, an inconspicuous decorative item at home, a rather strange story in a book, or even a bowl of common wonton noodles...
That's why it could be considered a nefarious influence.