Azure Fall City had once been an exquisite city, but the arrival of these Demonic Cultivators had left it grim and desolate.
Demonic qi ran rampant, casting the entire sky above Azure Fall City in gray gloom. The living things surrounding the city were also gradually losing their vitality and withering away.
The residents kept their doors tightly shut. From morning to night, they did not dare leave their houses unless they had truly run out of food.
A sallow, emaciated boy had gone three days without eating. Today, he finally could not endure it any longer and slipped outside, running toward the rice shop, whose doors were likewise closed. Though he knew the shop was unlikely to open its doors to him, he still wanted to take a gamble.
Knock, knock, knock!
The rice shop owner, huddled inside his home, had once been a rather plump, fair-skinned middle-aged man. Over the past few years, he had grown thinner at a visibly alarming rate, and his skin had now taken on a waxy yellow cast.
At the sound of knocking, every nerve in his body immediately tightened. He cautiously peered through the crack in the door and discovered a young boy who was little more than skin and bones.
Unable to bear the sight, he let the boy inside.
The boy had won his gamble. The rice shop owner's heart had not turned cruel.
The owner looked at the boy's eyes, which bulged conspicuously in his gaunt face, and let out a long sigh. "Ah, who knows when days like these will finally end?"
The rice shop owner turned and scooped a handful of slightly yellowed rice from the rice jar. He, too, had to conserve as much as possible now. Who knew how many people in the city had