The style of this country is a complete hodgepodge. Founder in this country, you can see people wearing kimonos, suits, cheongsams, armors, sailor uniforms, Gothic luoli... What the hell is this?

Cultural integration?

What the heck is it when all the ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign are crammed into it?

Forget it, these are small things, don't worry about them.

"Eyeas."

Fang Zheng lowered his head and looked around him.

"Here, mentor."

"There seems to be a fight between the Night Raid and the Imperial Guard. Let's go check out the situation and clean up the situation."

"yes."

After saying this, Fang Zheng stood up, walked to the edge of the tower, and then opened his hands. At this moment, a dark falcon fell from the sky and circled around the entire tower.

“——————!!”
Chapter completed!