In the midst of the crowd, a handsome young man in a purple robe leisurely weaved his way through, walking forward along the street while listening to the discussions of the surrounding people.
At that moment, the city was decorated festively, as if preparing for a grand celebration, with teams of City Patrol wandering the streets frequently, and the sky above the city was shrouded with an enormous white Barrier, giving an impression of strict vigilance.
Zhao Sheng's gaze flickered, and while he wandered casually through the city, he showed no intention of meeting his wife and children, even though his Divine Thought had long since locked onto those incredibly familiar auras.
"I've heard that the position of City Lord has already been decided in advance. The chosen one is the biological son of the Divine Monarch," a yellow-robed old man whispered to a friend.
