Shangjing.
The pitch-black night sky, eight figures floated in the void, quietly overlooking the brightly lit city below.
Floating in the void is a symbol of a King.
It could be a Martial King, a Soul King, or perhaps relying on a soul skill, though such a soul skill is extremely rare.
"Shangjing is lively tonight."
Suddenly, someone broke the silence and said.
The speaker was an elder in a gray robe, holding a long sword, with silver hair that was also very prominent under the moonlight.
The elder stared at the city underfoot, his tone carrying a trace of coldness.
Although it was past midnight, the city beneath had not quieted down and was still in a state of excitement and restlessness.
"It's normal, a trillion bounty hasn't appeared in a long time, it's normal for it to be lively!"
Someone echoed.
"These days, a lot of New World scum have shown up, we've captured three or four, but from the looks of it, quite a few have slipped through the net."
