"Many thanks." Yue Luo Liuli touched her forehead and bowed to the Immortal Alliance Grandmaster before her.
Originally, that gesture had been performed with dragon whiskers. But in human form, Yue Luo Liuli had no long whiskers, so she used her hand instead.
"No need, no need." The Grandmaster from the Dark Department shook his head. "We ought to have provided you with certain conveniences in the first place. It's just that now, we..."
Yue Luo Liuli knew what he meant and nodded.
Three days earlier, a mysterious Exiled Immortal had caused trouble in Divine Capital. Less than ten minutes had passed from the attack to its end. During that time, only one Free and Unfettered Stage cultivator had reacted in time. And so, a fellow the Immortal Alliance considered incomparably weak had abducted more than ten thousand people and fled without a trace.
Now, the blank zone left behind by that spatial transfer formation, together with the scar left by the Heavenly Sword years ago, had become an everlasting sight.
Sometimes, Yue Luo Liuli felt that humans were truly strange creatures, nostalgic to a bizarre degree. If dragons were like them—erecting a monument for every major event and refusing to tear it down—then Divine Land would long since have been crammed full of monuments, without a single patch of empty ground left.
The romance of the short-lived...
Yet even the dragon race, who saw themselves as a people who "always looked forward," understood humanity's feelings at this moment.
Although, for Divine Capital, whose population was already counted in the millions, ten thousand people amounted to only one percent of the total, the impact of this incident was far more than one percent. Divine Capital had already been transformed into a modern society. Here, the ties between people had grown