Emerald Wind City, Light District,
Night had fallen completely. Li Si strolled along the deserted streets.
A faint layer of moonlight gently blanketed the street, concealing its ugliness, as though the whole world had sunk into a tranquil sea. The stone-paved road glimmered faintly beneath the weak starlight. Each footstep rang out with a lingering echo that slowly drifted through the empty streets and alleys, adding to the loneliness and stillness.
Low houses stood pressed close together on both sides of the road. Their windows were tightly shut, and the interiors were pitch-black, as if the entire street had fallen asleep.
Observing his surroundings, Li Si shook his head slightly. It seemed that the heretic believer—or believers—had caused quite a commotion recently.
Let alone going out for a stroll at night, people were even cautious while staying inside their homes. He could not see even the faintest candlelight.
Li Si controlled his immense Mental Power, turning it into countless tendrils that continuously spread outward from his body, carefully probing every minute detail.
In Li Si's perception, quite a few residents were inside the seemingly peaceful houses around him, and nothing about them appeared unusual.
He even noticed some people secretly peering through gaps in their windows, cautiously observing him as he stood rather brazenly in the street.
Those who lived on Light Street in Emerald Wind City were naturally people who had considerable difficulty making a living.
Even with so many people having disappeared recently, and knowing that remaining here might expose them to danger, they still stayed.
After all, many of them probably had no savings. Forget leaving Emerald Wind City—they did not even have the means to move to another safer district.
They could only rely on this method to avoid danger as much as possible, silently praying