The boundary of the ruins was a towering wall, the inside sprawling desolation, the outside a bustling city.
Heaven in one thought, Hell in the next.
Rubble scattered, traffic ceaseless, such a stark contrast existing within the same place, merely separated by a wall.
"Hmm?" Jiang Shu's peripheral vision caught a figure approaching from behind, so he slightly turned his head.
It was Lang Tai.
"Is there something you need?" Jiang Shu asked.
If Lang Tai was just wandering, Jiang Shu wouldn't have noticed him, so his presence meant he needed something.
Unexpectedly, Lang Tai just shook his head, then stood slightly behind and next to him, looking off into the distance alongside him.
If Lang Tai were a tall and well-built female assassin maid, Jiang Shu would find the scene quite pleasant, but he wasn't.
He was a handsome, robust assassin, resembling a Western knight, making the scene feel a bit odd.
They still needed to find something to talk about.
