Crash, crash——
The ink-colored rain splashed down from the city walls, incessantly pouring, striking the black bricks. The raindrops, as large as peas, were like wolf brushes soaked in thick ink, flicking open, exploding into a dark mist.
The majestic, magnificent, mysterious city of ink lay sprawling and suspended, a chessboard with intersecting lines, carrying this towering city!
On the city's gate, the howling wind cascaded and spread, infusing with roaring gusts, nearly blinding the twisted greasy face hiding in the pill furnace.
On the city gate, it was inscribed Fengdu!
A figure in a black robe embroidered with a golden lotus sat with its back turned.
It seemed as if the entire world fell silent at this moment.
"When children fight, why should we old folks intervene?"
