As the most famous city in the world, the Divine Capital has five layers inside and out, with densely packed lanes and markets intertwining according to some indescribable order, vaguely containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
In this world's most prosperous city, even in this drizzling weather, the flow of people entering and leaving is quite considerable.
Gazing within the city, one can still see the bustling traffic on the streets, completely unaffected by the drizzle.
"In the end, I can't escape after all…"
Meng Qi looked at the city before him, feeling somewhat conflicted inside.
The original owner of this body was born into the Su Family of the Divine Capital, the second son of Marquis Divine Power, Su Ziyan.
But Meng Qi has no memory of the original owner; being sent to Shaolin at such a young age, he can tell that he was probably not favored in the family.
Interacting with this kind of identity is quite complicated.
