The third layer of Zhenyuan City.
A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the towering city wall.
His face was handsome, with tousled hair, wearing an exceedingly ordinary T-shirt from a street stall.
His lower body was clothed in black trousers, without shoes, his body suspended in the air, and on his crossed legs lay a sharp sword.
Initially squinting as he meditated, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something, his eyes snapping open, a glint of sharpness flashing in his pupils, his voice resonating like clashing metal.
"Tier Eight Abyssal Creatures have appeared on the second layer!"
"Old Stick, guard here! I'll go and slay them!"
Nangong Wentian left these words, instantly transforming into a sword light resembling a hanging galaxy, accompanied by the sound of sword humming as it fell onto the teleportation array.
Meanwhile, at the place he just left, another figure appeared leaning against the city wall, holding a Coiled Dragon Stick in his arms.
