Just as Wang Meng returned to the Bai Family Mansion, the sky abruptly changed, and a heavy downpour began without warning.
The bustling streets of Wang City cleared in an instant. The ever-present street vendors packed up the tools of their trade with incredible speed, vanishing from sight.
Wang City wasn't an ancient city with a thousand-year history, but a metropolis built in the last century. Its newness was a weakness, lacking the deep cultural heritage of the other seven major cities. But this was also its advantage. Beneath Wang City lay an astonishing drainage system, surveyed and designed by the masters of the Divine Artifact Pavilion. No matter how hard it rained, one could hardly find any standing water on the city's streets.
For the homeless, this was a great blessing.
Inside a ruined temple, Wan'Er stared blankly at the sky.
'I have no home.'
