"Nothing much."
Jiang Qiao thought for a moment before saying, "I'm alone in this world, with neither distant relatives nor close friends. I've been dealing with everything I needed to do one thing at a time. Basically, there's nothing else left for me to do in the Central Land."
"But if you happen to pass through Bin City when you have time, burn a stick of incense for me in front of that city."
"That was my second home."
He had lacked any sense of belonging on Blue Star and had always regarded himself as a passerby. So although the deaths of so many people and the destruction of so many cities could still sadden him, it was difficult for him to truly place himself in their shoes.
The only place he could still say he had some feelings for was probably Bin City in its early days.
That was the first place he had arrived at in this world.
Back then, Supernatural Revival had yet to begin. Although Vicious Ghosts were active and Evil Spirits killed people, most places were safe, and most of the time, life was normal.
He remembered his first day in this world.
After completing his first simulation, he had sighed with complicated emotions. The pedestrians laughing happily and chasing each other through the streets had no idea what terrible disaster would arrive a few days later.
When that happened, how many people would survive, and how many would be saved?
"Amitabha—"
"Bin City? This old monk will remember it."
The Old Monk sensed the change in Jiang Qiao's emotions and chanted another Buddhist invocation.
He had traveled across the country for decades, so he knew of Bin City.
It was a city built beside the water. Although it was not very large, it had