The Holy City was highly prosperous, its streets paved with neat stone slabs. It had probably rained recently, and when Su Xiao stepped on the stones, he felt the ground give slightly beneath them. One careless step could send a stream of mud splashing onto an innocent passerby.
A careful look at the stone slabs revealed that they were made of excellent materials. A huge price must have been paid to pave the streets in the first place, but they had not been repaired for over a decade. Some of the city's landmark buildings were the same. The water clock tower standing in the city center had begun to turn green, clearly because a leak at the top had caused moss to grow.
Whether it was the commoners' clothing, the buildings lining the streets, or the topics of conversation after meals, everything indicated that this vast Empire was in decline—unless the next Black King appeared.
Reincarnation Paradise had provided quite a lot of information. First, this world was relatively peaceful. No racial war had broken out yet, and as for the civil war, it would not reach the Holy City anytime soon. The lords were all wary of one thing: whether the Black King was truly dead.
The Black King had not died of old age within the Holy City. When he had grown feeble with age, the Black King had left the Holy City. He had not brought his guard army, nor had he even taken the old servant who had protected him for decades. Alone, with a single war beast, he had left the Holy City. Half a month later, news of his death arrived. The bizarre circumstances of his passing made many people suspect that the Black King was not dead.
Su Xiao could be certain of