"The new world's god…" Jiang Shu looked at the Red Clo in front of him, who clearly had the fervent expression of a fanatical follower, and sighed helplessly in his heart.
Here we go again, babbling about gods.
Not one of these Clos ever gave him peace of mind.
Jiang Shu sighed internally; he didn't respond immediately but instead looked out the window behind Red Clo.
The sunset had passed, and from this skyscraper, the sun had already disappeared at the horizon's end, but due to the scattering of light, there was still a trace of sunlight shining from there.
Only, those weakened rays of sunlight, once they entered the Lonely City's Fifth District, had all their colors stolen away by the district's colorful night lights.
Wait, sunlight?
Jiang Shu suddenly took note of this.
So he looked intently once more into the distance—there was no sign of the sun on the horizon, but his memories indeed contained the real existence of such a thing as the sun.
Only...
