The heavy city gate suddenly opened from the inside.
Accompanied by the slow movements of the people inside, the gate creaked as if it hadn't been opened in a long time, suddenly exposed to daylight.
The moment the city gate opened, the animosity of the Inner City and the black and red fog seemed to hit a critical point, bursting forth in torrents. Su Zhiruan couldn't even see the face of the person coming in as she steeled herself to look, unwilling to miss any suspicious detail.
It was only when Changqi held her hand that Su Zhiruan could see the face amidst the fog.
It was the face of an old man full of wrinkles.
Perhaps certain that Su Zhiruan and her companion could not see clearly, a cruel smile surfaced on the old man's face. Then, slowly, he retracted his fangs, licked the blood off the corner of his mouth, and his features twisted into a bizarre expression that seemed both like a laugh and a cry. His eyes were cloudy, and his hair hung in disarray.
