Late at night, in another part of the suburbs of Shenchuan City, two men stood proudly, silently watching the night scene of Shenchuan City.
One of these men was Wanyan Hongsheng, also the Third Master of the Wanyan Family. The other man was a complete stranger, his eyes appeared dazed, as if completely lost in confusion.
The two stood quietly, as if waiting for something. After a short while, the man's body suddenly shuddered, his eyes gradually clearing from the daze, then turning dark and cold, his entire demeanor changed significantly.
If he previously looked like an ordinary person, he now appeared more like a grim conspirator.
"How is it?" Wanyan Hongsheng looked at the man with a faint smile and said, "How does it feel?"
