At some unknown point in time, clouds had begun gathering up in the sky.

Shen had his head lowered as he looked at the little boy beside him. Adam was crouched on the ground, a tree branch in his hand. It was unknown where he had obtained that tree branch. Adam used it to overturn the pieces of gravel on the ground, seemingly in an attempt to find something.

Shen sighed and raised his head to look up the sky. Rays of light seeped out through the gaps between the dark clouds, creating a lingering atmosphere of sanctity.

“Humph, it does give off a somewhat holy atmosphere,” said Shen with a rather disdainful tone. “Creating such a sky, are you feeling too bored, Zero City?”

No response.

“Let us go.” Shen stretched out his hand...