The Ancient Race

Ninedragons, Province of Widepool—this was Jiang Chen's first station after leaving the mountainous area. Coming back here again, he had a totally different feeling. Walking through the crowd, he looked like an average person. In others' eyes, he was just a handsome youngster.

He had managed to make the Kos of thunders happen because he was sure he was in a real world.

He had managed to distinguish truth from falsehood, reality from dream.

He did not intend to live in seclusion in the mountains. This trip was only to calm down his emotional fluctuations for the moment.