On the back of the distant Overwatch Mountain, the great war between the obam and human races was raging like a fire. The two races had been quiet for many years but now full-scale battles had broken out, and the blood of countless human cultivators splashed across the battlefield every day.

But none of this was able to affect the liveliness of the imperial capital. It was built atop a great plain, and the setting sun cast an endless shadow across the earth.

The skies hadn’t yet darkened, but lanterns had already started to shine throughout the city streets. The dazzling festive lights were designed to catch a person’s attention.

On this ordinary evening, a majestic group of carriages drove into the imperial capital through the wide and clean streets.

The first carriage was inlaid with the popular crystal design that nobles of the city loved to use. The golden badge at the top of the carriage window represented the noble status of the carriage owner.

The city gate guards didn’t dare to stop it. Even the inspection was skipped. With a flattering smile, the guards stepped to the side and bowed.

But soon the guards revealed looks of amazement.

Because at the very end of the convoy, following a gray carriage, there was another carriage pulled by a lame horse. A dirty old man drove the carriage. He was covered in wrinkles and dust, accumulated...