When Zhao Jiuge arrived in the town of Yu Hua, it was getting dark and night would arrive soon. The town of Yu Hua didn’t have a wall like the city of Dong Yang. It was near sunset, so only a few figures were rushing home.

The town was not big, but it was not small either. Zhao Jiuge walked along the paved road and curiously looked at his surroundings. Perhaps because it was almost night, he didn’t experience the poetic feeling he had in the city of Dong Yang, nor did he see the beautiful sunset. Instead, he felt a more down-to-earth atmosphere.

There were still quite a few pedestrians rushing through the town, some heading outside the town. Zhao Jiuge hadn’t seen the mortal world in a long time, so he felt inexplicably happy.

Perhaps these people were often busy during the day in order to live, but when night arrived, they quickly returned home. Even if their home was not comfortable, at least they had the company of their families. Even if their days were not easy, they were still happy.

Once upon a time, Zhao Jiuge was one of them, always running around for his livelihood. But was he ever...