The snow fell and the cold wind blew by in the night as Wang Lin walked towards the city. He didn’t know why he wanted to come here after he detected this city.

“Perhaps I’m searching for a feeling of being ordinary…” Wang Lin walked in the show causing a squeaking noise. A few snowflakes fell on his face; they were very cold.

He walked from one side of the city to another. He left his footprints behind in the city, but they were quickly covered up by the snow.

On the other side of the city, Wang Lin looked back. Along the way, he saw the entire city and the tens of thousands of lights coming from the homes.

However, there was no feeling of warmth. He was like the footprints covered by the snow; he didn’t belong here.

This was the first time Wang Lin had this indescribable feeling. He vaguely understood that as his cultivation level increased, he had lost his final ties with the mortals.

He secretly knew that turning to mortals three times...