Capital City, western suburbs.
In an ancient quadrangle courtyard.
The bustling and lively Capital City tonight forms a sharp contrast with this place.
The memory of humans seems easily replaced by new things.
In just a month's time, the rise of the Four Great War Gods, the myth of the present world seems to have been forgotten by people.
The courtyard at this moment appears very quiet.
"Damn, this is really frustrating!"
Shi Potian cursed, plopping down next to Leng Feng.
Others were unwilling to engage with him, only Leng Feng, being young, did not know how to refuse people.
Even met with cold stares, Shi Potian didn't care.
"Nonsense about the Four Great War Gods. If there's a true War God, it should be Elder Brother Mu!"
"Elder Brother Mu was the chief instructor of the Divine Machine Camp. When Elder Brother Mu was around, that Jiaolong kid was nothing! Now he's also become one of the Four Great War Gods!"
