The rain fell without end.
On the broad streets of Flying Wasteland City.
Wang Wenqi wore a straw rain cape and turned into an alley.
Her speed suddenly increased, sending water splashing from the ground.
Behind her, a man in black robes appeared, a teasing smile in his eyes. "Remnant of Jiang Country, where do you think you're running!"
The black-robed man struck abruptly, intending to capture Wang Wenqi.
At that moment, the Confucian Robed Old Man took action.
At once, a brilliant light blazed within the alley, stopping the black-robed man's attack.
The black-robed man halted, surprise in his eyes. "Someone from the No Food Sect?"
The Confucian Robed Old Man looked at the black-robed man with a sighing expression. "You are a member of Lin Country's royal family. Why work for the Evil God?"
"A fine bird chooses the tree it roosts in. I merely made a better choice." The black-robed man did not attack again, his voice heavy.
"Cooperating with an Evil God is no different from seeking a tiger's skin. The Evil God will gradually assimilate you. You will only become its true puppets!" the Confucian Robed Old Man said sternly.
In the Northern Land today, quite a few countries had long been occupied by Evil Gods.
In such countries, the citizens were mostly no longer true citizens, but had become the Evil Gods' genuine puppets.
Followers of the No Food Sect had once ventured deep into such cities and witnessed scenes too horrifying to look upon.
Those commoners appeared no different from ordinary people. They worked by day and rested by night.
Yet every one of them wore the same expression, followed the same schedule, and never spoke of their own accord.
Children did not cry, and dogs did not bark. It was especially chilling.