Since he could remember, Ren Zhong had never allowed himself to fall into a state of losing control.
This time he broke the rule.
The next morning, Ren Zhong sat up from his soft bed and checked the time.
It was already seven in the morning, and Ju Qingmeng had left early again.
Ren Zhong reflected on his loss of composure the night before, shook his head, and slapped his face.
After washing up, he did not immediately return to Lower Origin Capital City as planned, but instead dressed in armor, put on a mask, and strolled casually onto the street.
With the original citizens gradually retreating into the Yangsheng City District, the White Wall had long been dismantled.
The once White Wall District had transformed into the current Central Park, adorned with several buildings including the Town Government Tower and Ren Zhong's villa.
Ren Zhong had considered whether to tear down the walls around his villa, but ultimately changed his mind, unwilling to be too exposed.
