Lu Ran was detained for three days.
He was imprisoned in Jiang Xianzi's palm, embedded within the shallow lines of her hand.
For three days, Holy Spirit Qi had continually suffused her hand, nourishing Lu Ran's body and mind at every moment. His severely overdrawn body had thoroughly warmed back up, leaving him in excellent condition!
Lu Ran had a feeling that if this continued, it might not be long before he truly made a breakthrough.
But at dusk on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Ran temporarily broke out of prison.
This was the first Night of the Fifteenth humanity had welcomed since the Ran Sect Gods descended upon the world. Naturally, he had to patrol it properly.
When he returned to Rain Alley City and stood beneath the sky thick with dark clouds, looking down over the entire city, he suddenly realized something.
The little city of Rain Alley had long since become a ghost city.
"Splash, splash."
The drizzling rain arrived right on schedule.
In this bitterly cold twelfth lunar month, the rainwater was icy enough to pierce the bone.
"Ah..." Lu Ran let out a deep sigh. Looking at the deathly silent city below, he felt lost for a moment.
He did not know where he should go from here.
To Lu Ran, the abstract concept of humanity became something concrete in the form of his hometown.
And now,
the humanity that belonged to him no longer existed.
The streets he had walked countless times on his way to school would never again glow beneath dim yellow streetlamps.
The gymnasium west of the river, the shelter where he had once stayed all those years ago—hundreds, even thousands of beds had gathered dust, and no crowds would ever come seeking refuge again.
Wulie Building