Chapter 184.1: From Jiang Empire
The drizzle wouldn’t stop, drenching the wide streets of Feihuang City.
Donning a straw raincoat, Wang Wenqi turned sharply and slipped into a narrow alley. Water splashed from the ground as she quickened her pace.
Behind her, a black-robed man appeared, grinning mockingly. "Scourge of the Jiang Empire! Just where do you think you’re going?!"
He abruptly launched an attack, intending to capture Wang Wenqi.
Just then, an elderly man in a scholar’s robe intervened. Brilliant light filled the alley, stopping the black-robed man's attack in midair.
The black-robed man halted, surprise flashing in his eyes. "A member of the No-Food Sect?"
The elder stared contemptuously at him. "And you are a member of the Lin Empire's imperial clan. Why would you serve the evil gods?"
"A good bird chooses the tree it perches on. I merely made a better choice," the black-robed man replied in a deep and heavy tone.
"You’re just courting disaster by working under the evil gods," the elder said sternly. "They will gradually absorb you, turning you into their puppet!"
Most nations of the northern lands had long been occupied by evil gods. Their people were reduced to hollow husks—mere puppets of those gods.