Chapter 263: His Son Was a Fallen Soldier of the 9th Mountain (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Two days later, in Jingguan City, it was morning.

Several thousand miles away, the common people wailed, demons were fierce, making the world into a living hell, yet this megacity known as Heavenly City was bustling with crowds, noisy and lively. On the Chunjiang River, boats moved back and forth. In the alleys where willows and fireworks clustered, there were already sounds of orioles and music, with guests filling the seats.

It seemed that from the outside, nothing about the city had changed, only that there were more people and it was livelier.

On the streets, there were many brightly dressed unfamiliar faces.

Where there are more people, there will be chaos and order will lose control, causing many weeds to sprout from dark corners.

In Northern City, at a tavern named Drunken Immortal Inn, by the window on the second floor, a round-faced somewhat chubby man, bruised on his face and stern, was drinking sullenly.